Breathtaking.

Sometimes, I love my children so much it takes my breath away.

I had to go to LMS to see Eli the other day. He came out of class and I watched him walk down the hallway toward me. My "almost" six feet tall Eli, blonde headed, blue eyed, long arms and legs, big wide smile. Dimple in one cheek. His swagger is that of a young man. He carries himself with confidence. He is pleasent. Sure of himself. No insecurities.

As I watched him walking toward me, I teared up. What I saw in my mind was my firstborn, two year old son with white-blonde hair, a tanned little body, so skinny, so smart, spelling words, telling me about the sun and the moon. Curling up in my lap, reading books with me at bedtime. Loving to be rocked to sleep. Never wanting to sleep alone. Asking for broccoli and rice for dinner, drinking chocolate milk. Never afraid of the water. Loving art projects. Always wanting to learn more useless information.

So, anyways, Eli walks up to me. We say hi, I talk to him for one minute, and off he goes, back to class. I think all day of how proud I am of him. I am so excited to see what he is going to do with his life. This kid has an awesome potential. He takes my breath away.