Today is my Baby Boy’s 21st birthday. TWENTY-FIRST. As in TWO DECADES PLUS ONE. How? Why? I am happy keeping him little. Why must he grow up? I’m not a fan of this aging thing. I know, I know– there are perks. Grandbabies, for instance. And we are blessed with those for sure. (Thank You, Lord. It is true– You do exceedingly, abundantly MORE. And I’m not worthy!) But still…. Twenty-one? It hasn’t been that long. It can’t have been.
I love you, Joey. I am thankful for the Godly man you are becoming. And I’m happy to keep you little. Take your time, baby. It goes by so fast!
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Precious baby boy–
How can you be twenty-one?
Where did the years go?