1983 June 6,1987 June 2012
What an incredible journey.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Happy Anniversary, my love…
The Prince, Heir to the Empire, Protector of the Realm…
GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE … and is embarking on a great internship. He also has made it to the final selection round to become a State Trooper.
Living his dreams.
…and I’ve managed to keep it together (mostly) as the apron strings slowly unravel. My baby boy, my Prince - he is all grown up. He’s a man. Mommy not needed- not like before. Now, I’m just Mom and my job is done.
I think we did pretty damn well. We raised up a great young man, as we should, and now I got to let him go and do his thing. I thought it was going just about kill me, that whole letting go thing, but I’m okay, I think.
I’m gonna be okay. I’m pretty sure.
We are so proud of our son. Cheese eating grin proud. He is going do great things…and I’m going to be okay.
Just call your momma erry now and then.