Today my youngest son is 16 years old. Where did the time go? I remember the day he was born. I remember wen he was less then a year old and separating from his father. The years of single parenthood made me stronger. I can tell you what he wore his first day of school (A Bugs Life t-shirt with plastic bugs sewn on it!). At his eighth grade graduation, his hair looked like a helmet on his head. The cut was awful and it was died jet black. Now he is finishing the 10th grade and will be a junior next year.
Ne will always be my baby.