My Son is Getting Married

Seems like just yesterday I was a young lass of 23, awaiting the arrival of my first-born son.  I hadn't met him but I was already in love.  It was like nothing I had ever felt.  I felt i knew him. I was honored to be his mom.

Fast forward a few years, and you'll find me as a single mom, working to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table.  My little man was the joy of my life. He was the light in a dark storm.

Fast forward another decade and being a mom to a teen had it's difficult moments.  I loved him still but life was hard.  Our family had grown through a new marriage and added siblings. We had our fair share of struggle and conflict. He and I managed to remain close.

College came and he moved 900 miles away to live on campus at University.  I am now an older woman, middle-aged.  I love my son and miss him so much.

And now I am about to watch my first-born son marry the love of his life.  She is sweet and precious and I love her.  I am thankful for her.  I prayed for her when my dear son was a babe. Yet still I cry.

Time passes quickly.