(Second in sequence, not importance you understand.)
The first love of my life would be my dad....
But the biggest would be hubs. Even still....a dinosaur age later.
About 3 years after I married the biggest love of my life, along came the second biggest.
That would be my Bones. Back then his name would have been Fatty...not bones. He came into this world at a whooping 9'4. He slept through the night from day one....8 pm to 8 am. Funny, happy and a baby that thought everyone was his best friend.
He was rather handsome also. Very photogenic. Should have modeled that kid.
Today, my Bones is 20 years old. He has an apartment at the college he attends and has for 2 years now.
Ya'll. I'm leaving my Bones behind and moving 18 hours away.
I'm leaving my first baby.
And I'm having a little bit of a freak-out tonight.
But, I am leaving behind a great young man. Still funny. Still friendly. Handsome if you like them pierced up.... LOL! Still handsome.
All the best to you, my son. I love you. I love the man you are becoming. I will miss your presence in our lives.
You know where to find me if you need me.