When her boy becomes a man, a mama becomes less. And as she watches him walk out all straight backed and strong, she smiles bravely. Waves and laughs. And pulls little kleenex bits out of her pocket. She shields her eyes from the SON shining on his future as he climbs high and hard. Mama watches a bit breathless as his feet find a crag here, a nook there, his hands stretched sure and strong on the bare face of life's cliff hangars. A mama's face is turned toward her son, and her prayers reach for him. For his heart. For his future. For his walk with Jesus.
Happy Birthday to my amazing son. I love you, Joshua.
Thank you that you laugh with me.
That your heart is so tender with mine.
That you love Jesus with yours.
For the strength of your character.
For all the grace that you pour out on your dad and me.
For the way the tone of your voice changes when you talk to Mary.
That you love Sarah so.
That you are engaging your brothers more.
That you always say, "Thanks for dinner, Mama."
For who you are.
For Who you stand for.
That you are brave...even if sometime you think you're not.
For being kind to everyone.
For playing your guitar when I'm stressed.
For serving your country.
For lots and lots of forgiveness.
For giving yourself to this family.
For being mine.
For not being mine.
For being God's man.
The best kind of man.
Happy Birthday, Son...