I watched Will at the breakfast table the other morning.
He sat there in jeans too short, white sport socks and his ever-present T-shirt. He ate his yogurt and peanut butter toast, completely oblivious to how precious he is to my adoring eyes.
My precious boy.
His socks sticking out of the bottom of his too short jeans, his pimples, his gangly arms, all part of his boyish glory.
I'm so thankful for this stage and for my son. What a privilege to watch this boy-child sprout and grow into a man.
What a gift.