I remember holding you for the first time twenty-one years ago today. After 9 months of holding you in my womb, you were finally here. You made me a Mom. I would hold you as you nursed and as I rocked you to sleep.
As you grew into a toddler, you would hold my hand as we walked anywhere. You would never leave my side back then.
As you grew into a teenager, you didn’t hold my hand like you used to but I knew how you felt.
As you’ve grown into a young man, I hold you close to my heart and in my prayers every day. I love you.