7

So the boy turned 7 on August 17th. My beautiful beastie with his spectacular charms, 7 years later.



In 7 odd years my son has put me through the ringer. He has also taught me more about love than I ever knew there was to learn. I was a child when I gave birth to this boy. Perhaps not a child in body as I was 22, but a child in spirit nonetheless. I still had not learned that I alone was responsible for the set of circumstances I was in. I still had not learned that the choices I made were the truest measure of what I held dear and what I believed in. I still did not know that love need not be sexual and I had no idea that love, really, had nothing to do with me.



Love is not selfish. Love is kind. My back is a bit too painful to pull out that 1 Corinthians verse that defines love so clearly, but most of you should get my gist. Love for my seven year old is all-encompassing and it most certainly has more to do with him than with me.



I am blessed to have this beautiful beastie (boy) in my life. And I can't wait for the next 7 years. And then the 7 after that. And the 7 after that. And so on.