Lately I have been thinking about my son as he was a little boy. He is fifteen now but gets mistaken for being at least 18. He is as tall as me and his voice is really low now. So I decided I might share some of the stories, even he likes talking about some of them. Let start by saying I have always called him baby or baby boy, and I do mean always. He hates it now but as anyone knows he will always be my baby. Which this brings me to the story.
Raylen was 4 almost 5 and he and I went grocery shopping. He was still small enough to fit in the seat in the cart and he was(is) a very huggy, loving little boy. We went to the check out where there was a young couple in front of us in a hug. He leans over the cart and hugs me and says he wants to marry me. I explain to him that he could marry me because he was my baby boy and you just can't do that. He smiled and promised me he would always be my baby boy then. Then he turned around and asked the young girl to marry him.
We were talking today and I told him how proud of him I am. I have been very lucky with him. I don't have to worry about him getting into trouble and he IS still me baby boy, though he may not admit to it as much. BUT he still gives me loads of hugs.
1 comment:
Awww, that's so sweet! What a sweet memory. Sounds like your son is so special!
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