A Special Son

I have a very special son about whom I would like to brag. Although I don't get to see him very often since he lives far away, I think of him and remember what a great little son he was to me. I recall the days that he would want to sit near me and want my arm to be placed lovingly around him. I remember Christmases at my parents' home when he would sit next to me on the couch and would show so much interest in everything; the times that he would wait outside my bedroom door for me to rejoin him in the den; the afternoons that he, my oldest daughter and I would go to the matinees; the day I took him to choose his first car and when we bought his motorcycle; and, the kindness and helpfulness he bestowed upon his young brother and sister. Sadly, I recall the day he came to me and asked if he could join the service and I told him that I didn't want him to join (you see, I didn't want him to leave home); yet, he wanted to join up, so his decision was agreed upon. I asked him to make me one promise, however: please don't get a tattoo. Then, I remember the day he called me and told me he had something to tell me and made me think he had broken his promise. I was so thrilled that he had not followed the crowd with that fad (thank goodness, he still hasn't marred his skin! He is too handsome a man for that). He was always a very good young son and he is now a very good manly son. There have been occasions when I have had to depend on his strength and I know that he will be always there for me as I will be for him.

Yesterday was my son's birthday so I just wanted to wish him a very happy birthday this holiday weekend. May you have many more happy days!