As I Look At Him
I often write about our youngest son Adam, who by the way is doing better yet still giving us gray hair and requiring constant prayer. Thank you to those who have been praying for him. But tonight, I am going to write about our oldest son J.J. (Jacob John).
It has been a good day. JJ, my nephew, and a friend stopped today. They were hunting deer and got a small one in our grove. The guys spent the afternoon and early evening here. First having coffee, then turning into staying for Supper. Just a small joy for this Mom tonight.
As I look at him, I see glimpses of the boy he once was ...... curls and good humor. Still teasing his brother and wrestling in the living room. He is now a man recently turning age 20. The same age I was when he was born. Seems like yesterday.
As I look at him, I remember holding him in my arms for the first time, just a kid myself with a journey ahead. Peaks and valleys to be climbed together.
As I look at him, I see my Dad ........ all the mannerisms, speech, walk, the way he drinks his coffee.
As I look at him .... his face is softer now since being out on his own. He lives on the farm I grew up on, walks all the paths I walked as a kid, works hard in the barn where I spent time milking cows as a teenager, still using his hands on the family farm my parents worked so hard on.
As I look at him ..... I have to turn away so he doesn't see the tears welling in my eyes because I am proud of the man he has become.
As I look at him, I am blessed. Stop by again soon son ........ I miss you.
Mom
It has been a good day. JJ, my nephew, and a friend stopped today. They were hunting deer and got a small one in our grove. The guys spent the afternoon and early evening here. First having coffee, then turning into staying for Supper. Just a small joy for this Mom tonight.
As I look at him, I see glimpses of the boy he once was ...... curls and good humor. Still teasing his brother and wrestling in the living room. He is now a man recently turning age 20. The same age I was when he was born. Seems like yesterday.
As I look at him, I remember holding him in my arms for the first time, just a kid myself with a journey ahead. Peaks and valleys to be climbed together.
As I look at him, I see my Dad ........ all the mannerisms, speech, walk, the way he drinks his coffee.
As I look at him .... his face is softer now since being out on his own. He lives on the farm I grew up on, walks all the paths I walked as a kid, works hard in the barn where I spent time milking cows as a teenager, still using his hands on the family farm my parents worked so hard on.
As I look at him ..... I have to turn away so he doesn't see the tears welling in my eyes because I am proud of the man he has become.
As I look at him, I am blessed. Stop by again soon son ........ I miss you.
Mom
posted by Lori @ 7:18 PM
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