My son turned 17 today. I’m not sure how I feel about this. It seems I’m a little confused.
He is two months and I am crying because he is sick.
He is three years old and I am laughing as he quotes a verse.
He is 11 years and he came to me with a flowerbed bouquet of tulips in the spring.
He is 17. Tall, handsome, smart and audacious…
I wanted to do the tag and card in the steampunk style – even colored gears. But then, for some reason, it all went to a different mode but I get what happened. But I’m satisfied with the result.
May we all have only good memories about our children.