I can’t believe I really have a son who will be turning eighteen in September.
It seems like only yesterday that he was just a little boy,
…playing with dragons. He loved dragons. I think he always will. There’s just something magical about dragons, isn’t there?
“A dragon lives forever, not so little boys…”
I can’t really look at these pictures without some crazy mixture of sadness and joy, sadness for the years past and joy for this precious man-child that will forever be my first baby.
I suppose I always knew this day would come, but I never ever imagined I could be so proud.