One of my late mom's favorite photos of Cooper at four months old.
My beautiful, bouncing baby boy is 15 today.
I zealously mourn the days and years gone by; the baby, the toddler, the grade schooler, the preteen boy I've known and loved. I ache with longing to hold that tiny, writhing, four-pound boy just once more, as he was; to smell the sweetness of his infant breath, to nestle him protectively into the crook of my arm, lullabying him to sleep.
He was, and is, the essence of my being. An extension of my life, a bind of love never-ending. He saved me countless times, that boy did. He gave me reason to search for light in my darkest hours, to breathe when I felt smothered by the world.
He is my saving grace. He opened my heart to God again and enabled me to seek my true faith. The boy is my blessing.
The boy is almost a man now. What lies ahead? Only God knows. I tell him he will always be my baby; no matter how or what transpires in the coming years.
A mother's love never grows old, it only blooms more intensely with each passing day. Never wilting, never fading. My love is limitless for that boy.
Happy birthday Cooper!
All my love, Mom