Last night, my son called to invite me to lunch today. He made me cry. I do that a lot lately. 🙂
You see, we have a special place. It’s a particular A&W. It can’t be just any of them…it has to be that one. We’ve been going there since he was a little boy. I used to take him…lately, he takes me. He always manages to know when I need it, and so we go. We’ll just talk about whatever…but I can’t tell you how much it means to me: a bacon cheeseburger, fries and Root-beer float.
It dawned on me as I hung up the phone…it is the last time I’ll ever have that with him as a single son. Because this week, he is marrying the love of his life.
And I absolutely could not be happier for him! I adore her. And I pray that when I bawl like a baby later this week, she’ll know how truly grateful I am that God has seen fit to bless my son with a woman such as she. She makes him happy; and that is all a mother wants for her son.
So, we talked about life and such; me trying to hold back the tears that freely flow as I type this out. I can’t help but remember the little boy who wanted a pinata so very badly for his 3rd birthday, then cried when they swung at it.
I remember the first time I taught him how to blow bubbles in his chocolate milk.
I remember how cute he looked years ago in the little white tuxedo.
And now, I imagine how handsome he’ll be standing at the alter, waiting for his bride to join him.
I am so happy for him. I truly am blessed.
But I also want to tell others…hold on to your babies. Make sure they know how much you love them. Cherish them. For before you know it, they’ll be grown.
Makes a mama feel loved.