He was such a beautiful little boy, and now he is a beautiful man. I remember holding him in my arms and looking at his small little face and wondering…What will he look like when he is 10, when he is 16, when he is 25. What would he become? Would he give me all sorts of trouble during the ‘terrible 2’s’ (yes), would he fight with his sister like I did? (yes, except he hasn’t bloodied his sisters nose) Would he be smart? ( of course) Would he give me fits during the teen years? (not as much as I feared) Would he love God and want to serve Him? (yippee~~he does) Would he act more like his mother or father? (were not going there)
Those big blue eyes and that blond hair. I just couldn’t even begin to imagine the answers.
Now, I look at that same beautiful face and have a whole new set of questions. What manner of man will he become? Will he marry? Will he finish college? Where will he work? Will he come visit his mama often? Will he have lots and lots and lots of children for me to spoil?
I look into those big blue eyes, and can not even begin to imagine the answers.
Time will tell.