My finger holds his spot as he tries to sound out the newest sound.
The once bright sun starting to fade through my windows.
My self knowing this is one of those moments that he and I will look back on with
sweet memories. My fingers tracing the sound, his fingers next to mine.
I know the Lord made me for this. He made me to lay next to my son on cold days teaching
him to read. I'm not sure it's coming as easily as I thought it would, but what else do I have to do? I was made for this. I was made to be his mom.
He was made to be my sweet, gentle son whom I would like to say I'm very proud of.
If this is a journal of our life together and perhaps one day I might be gone, I just wanted him to know: I'm so very very proud of you my son....