Today, my oldest grandchild turns nineteen years old.
When his Mom was that age, I wrote a poem that asked “where are all the days…the common moments of my daughter’s life?”
I feel the same today.
I remember when Michael was born, all bright eyes and big feet.
I remember moments, incidents, hugs and giggles through the years. But years! Where have these nineteen years gone?
That beautiful little boy has grown into a big, handsome man, treasured, still.
Happy Birthday, Mikey!