And so it goes… My little boy isn’t little anymore. He’s a young man and, if I do say so myself, a fine one. Tonight is his senior prom and here I am, bawling into my keyboard like a running faucet.
But I’m not sad. Not by a long shot. Just very, very proud of the gentleman that he’s become. My heart is swelling with love, even if I can’t make my eyes stop leaking.