Sons and birthdays

Today my son is 22.





22.




Just because I didn't give birth to him, doesn't mean he's not mine.



I look at him and I see all the best things about his mother. His hair color, his slim Jim appearance.





I close my eyes and I hear my husband. How he argues, his playful sarcasm, the faces and expressions that he makes, his OCD for certain household items and chores, his instinct to protect the women in this house, and the best quality they share is their ability to love.





When these men love, they are done. It is a forever bond that they will protect till the end.





I think the most difficult thing about raising boys is teaching them how to be a good man. What makes a man a good one? Is it money? Attention? A great tutor? Sibblings or only child?



For my son it was so many combinations. House full of women, opportunities in sports, lots of friends. But I think the most important component in my Sons life that made him a good man was my husband.



Rob is my rock. He is a very fussy, opinionated, and sometimes rude man. I know that none of that sounds appealing to you but with him it can be. He has never let me down in our almost 4 years of marriage. I can honestly say that I have never been happier or more at peace in my heart. Loving him has always come quite easy, sometimes too easy and I have to pinch myself and be sure that I'm not dreaming. I know, gross and tacky writing but it truely is how I feel.

He takes care of the family finances... I have no idea what utilities cost anymore. He is an amazing male role model with my children. He lives for our family without many requests in return.

He is a man's man. All his friends respect him, seek advice from him... hell some of them want to be him. :0

Men like my son. I am so proud of my men. When I think of my daughters and what kind of mate I would like for them... they resemble the qualities I see in my son.

Happy birthday handsome.