Love Letter to My Son
Remember back, a few days ago, when I talked about my son that will be graduating...tomorrow! Yesterday, as I was pulling out of the school parking lot after dropping my youngest son off, I passed Jake. He was in his fancy new truck and gave me that two-fingers-off-the-steering wheel wave that says, "I'm so cool, I don't even have to use my whole hand to wave at you." Maybe it's not so much a wave as an acknowledgment. 'Yeah, I see you.' It suddenly occurred to me: tomorrow will be the last time I ever get to pass my boy as he's pulling in to school! I got choked up. Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. But a deep yoga-style breath helped me maintain my composure. This morning, as I was talking with God, He told me to write a love letter to my son. So I did. I told him how proud I was of him and how much I love him. I told him I pray for him. I told him, "I hope you never get too grown-up for your momma. I'll...