His Smile...

He has my smile.

He is tall and lanky and still growing into himself.

He is one of the most precious gifts that I've ever been given. (along with his sis)

He came out a LARGE baby boy (10lb 3oz).

He still has flame red hair and a temper at times.  And he still hugs his dad.

He's a freshman in high school now.

And I love him.

In a recent picture it was pointed out that we share something.  A smile.

I haven't smiled as much in my life as I have over the last year and a half.  I've found more and more peace within myself and it is such a freeing feeling to know that there is laughter and smiles.  I always see a smile on his face.  Even when it's that smile that is pushing my buttons...

He doesn't have the life stress that an adult faces yet.  But he's becoming a young man and surely will face more and more of the decisions that are part of growing up.

I want the best for him.  For there to never be a time when he can't remember how to smile.  For his life to be full and the ability to always crack that smile that reminds me of me. 

He will find his own path.

But he has my smile.