Today, this sweet cherub of mine turned 14.
Do I wish I could still cradle him in my arms, hold him close and dress him in smocked outfits?
But am I so thankful that he's becoming a fantastic young man who would rather wear athletic shorts?
I love that my cherub is:
- still a kid at heart
- a hard worker
- comfortable with himself
- a Christ follower
- passionate about baseball
- OK with being an indian rather than a chief
- taller than me
- worthy to be looked up to by his sister
This sweet cherub of mine makes our family complete.
I think my cherub is the cutest thing ever! And not just because I'm his mom . . . just look at that smile!