He was a chunky little baby and he was a clinger. He would wrap my hair around his fingers and hold on tightly. We were tight. He grew into a serious, tall and thin man with the prettiest hands and the longest fingers (and toes).
He had a tender heart and a sensitive nature. There were many times when I could have pinched his little/big head off. He tried my patience and he taught me so very much about love in the too-short time that he was here with me/us.
He would have been 27 years old today.
How I wish I could hug him once more, and hear him say "Mama" in the way that he did. I can still almost hear his voice in my head.
I love all of the photos that you have shared of him. (((hugs))) I can now read this in your voice and it means so much more. Love you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mindy! Love you!
DeleteToday is a campfire day. I'm just over here in the flickering light.
ReplyDeleteI'm very grateful for your presence, Cyn.
DeleteI have no words, Annie. My own heart aches right now....
ReplyDeleteJim, thank you. My life goes on and I am very grateful to have had him as long as I did.
DeleteWell, I blooeyed all over the place... that was beautiful Diane... I love hearing you talk about him.... it's a good thing. He was a good man, your son. That he was. Much love.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lori. He was a good man, with a good heart.
Delete(((annie))) Tears coming down and a prayer going up.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Daisy!
DeleteAlso wanted to add: beautiful photos! He looks like a tender soul.
ReplyDeleteThanks! He was a very tender-hearted soul.
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