Pride and Joy

It's a Brandi Carlile day. I had the intention of including this in my last post, but it just seemed to lend itself to its own posting and rightly so. Last night I went out on my Valentine's Day date with my bugaboo. He was such a true gentleman. He pulled out my chair and seated me, told me I was beautiful and tried so hard to keep a conversation going with me by asking about how my day was. I am so proud of the young man he's so slowly becoming. It's nights like last night that I catch glimpses of the man he's going to be in 10 years from now and moments like that where I know I'm doing the right things for him and that I know that I will be just as proud of him then as I am now, if not more. I know he's only 7, but my God. He's such a loving, caring, intelligent and sensitive young man now, I get teary sitting in this coffeehouse just thinking about what a wonderful man he will be when he graduates from high school and goes to college. I can only hope that I have the ability to give him the world like I so very much want to. I know every mother says she loves her children and that she would do anything for them, but I believe in that sentiment with every fiber of my being. I would give L my very heart if he needed it because he is my very pride and every joy in my life. Somedays he is my very reason for going on. He is the person who taught me the very definition of unconditional love and the person I find the most amusing and interesting. I look forward to watching his story unfold and will always be proud of him regardless of the paths he chooses in the future. He could end up a drug addict, living on the streets somewhere and I will love him as much then as I do now and I will be just as proud of him. Thank you L for coming into my life and being my most loved person. I love you so much and I hope you know that.