Grown Up

David was home this weekend for tests on his eyes, which by the way everything is OK, but I could not get over how grown up he was. His steady gait, his strong straight back and the glow in his eyes. When did he grow up to be this confident, sure young man talking at dinner about what he wants to do and how he will accomplish every effort. And then how have Mike and I have adapted the ability to sit back and feel that every one of his dreams will be fulfilled.

I sat across the table from a young man, my son, who could talk about anything from Iraq to the latest new author, and wow; I am so incredibly fortunate. Just had to pinch myself.