Here I am with my youngest who is a senior last night getting ready to leave for our final Mother Son dance. I have gone through 8 of them. Four with my oldest and now the final one with my youngest. Funny, it feels like only yesterday when I was running after him in the mall as he loved to dart away from me as fast as he could laughing the entire way. And here I am 18 years later getting ready to watch him dart off again, this time I won't be able to run after him. I am so blessed. I have experienced these 8 wonderful nights where I have danced with my sons until my feet ached and my stomach from laughing so hard.
I am thankful. . .
Thankful for another night spent dancing and laughing and enjoying being with my son. It is one of the gifts in life that I shall treasure for as long as I shall live.