Stormy

I love this boy.

He's my baby. My second. My youngest.

And today he turns 24.

The past few months have been stormy.

In some ways the most challenging of his life thus far.

It's been hard to watch the down moments.

No mama likes watching the hard stuff.

He's had to dig down deep,

find some determination

and push through

the muck.

As we celebrate him today

{and tomorrow...even his party got pushed around by a storm!}

I will remember the boy as I hug the young man.

I will wish that his next year be more carefree

and that the storms around him subside.

That's what I'll wish as he blows out his candles.

While I'm wishing,

I will also be praying that lessons be well learned 

and that character will be well formed.

Cause that's what mama love does.

It wishes for the magic to take away all the muck...

and prays for the muck to work all its magic.

One thing's for sure.

In or out of the muck,

I love this boy.

"Storms make oaks take deeper root."

George Herbert

Linking up with

Little Things Thursday

and

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop