Boy
Among the various nicknames he received through the early years, BOY, was the original.
boy
our boy,
my boy.
& how I wish I’d have documented those exact feels, as I held this brand new someone, this firstborn.
He’s 40 now, and although I’ve written about him,
with his sisters,
his shared birthday
& the busy, busy days
I’m not sure if I’ve ever really, truly expressed the importance of this boy in my life.
Patient, kind, loyal are just a few words that come to mind,
somewhat hardheaded, like his mother,
eternal sports fan, like his dad
& it’s a delightful sense of deja-vu all over again, watching our son with his sons, catching those bits,
those pieces of him, in them.
Love you, pallie, is how I finish up our phone conversations these days, pallie, being the nickname that continues to stick between this mama and her boy.
YeP.
Proud.
Thankful.
Blessed.
Happiest of Happy-s to this awesome individual lovingly dubbed, boy.
our boy,
my boy.
🙂