The Preacher and I and our son were talking to one another through Skype back in December. When it is daylight here, it is night time where he is. So, while talking he decided to climb into bed and pull the covers over his head.
When I first found this picture I thought about erasing it because it is a little grainy and blurry. I was taking a picture of the computer screen. But then I saw that face. My son's face. I saw the little boy that he had been. I saw my son, not as an adult, not as a soldier, but as my little boy.
He has been through a lot over this past year. Some of the things he has been through I can relate to and I know exactly how hard those things have been. But there are other things that I will never be able to relate to. He has seen things and has been to places that I will never see. He has had to endure quite a bit in his twenty-first year of life. More than I ever did at his age.
But through all of it, we have prayed for him. Prayed that his Father in heaven would look after him. We have prayed for his well-being, physically and emotionally.
He is our son. There are no conditions put on the love that we have for him.
Even though our children grow up, move out of our houses, go to college, have families and purchase homes of their own, they will always be our little boys and girls.
If you have an older child get out a picture of your son or daughter. Look at it real close. Do you see that little girl or boy that they once were? I'm sure you will. They are still in there wanting nothing more than for you to love them.
Love from the Preacher and I
Sweetest post evah!
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