Just like that with what seems like the blink of an eye, my always baby boy turns 17 today.

It feels very surreal to look at my first born, and see the amazing young man that he's turned into. Remembering the days that we'd walk down the street, with his little hand in my hand or the days when he'd run into my arms and scream "mommy". I miss that stage, but I'm also very grateful for this new stage of life where I get to see my son grow up and us become the best of friends, well maybe not the best of friends but yes friends. I make sure to talk to him a lot and trust that he will always come to me when in need of help, or when he needs advice. I'm so proud of my son, the caring, smart and artistic young man that he is. Listening to him talk and chatting away about what's important to him, makes my heart blow up in size and sometimes when he's sleeping I will go into his room and watch him sleep. I will kiss his cheek quietly, and stare at him an extra few minutes. There will never be enough words to explain what my child means to me and I can only hope that he knows how amazingly proud I am. 

My chiquito lindo y hijo querido. May God always watch after him, may he always get up after falling down, which I'm sure he will do, a few times, because such is life full of ups and downs. Wishing him many more years, so he can continue working hard to make those dreams a reality.

Love,

Mom xoxo