I am not blessed with fame or fortune. I have an old car, an old condo and a new, but same old, job. But I am blessed because 37 years ago I gave birth to a son, who has grown into a wonderful man. A man who is a husband and is about to become a father.
Growing up, Michael never gave me the problems I hear other parents agonizing over. He didn't smoke, drink or do drugs ( we won't talk about the snuff, right, Michael?). He didn't hang out with hoodlums or come home late. He had a job at an early age, and was a responsible and mature teenager. I give a lot of the credit to my mother, Michael's beloved Mima, for instilling in him many of the values I see in him today. He is a man who is not afraid to show his tender side, who is loving and compassionate and strong. I love you, Michael, more than words can say.
I am blessed with a wonderful daughter-in-law, who is Michael's perfect compliment. To see them together is to see love in its perfection. The looks, the touches, the smiles they share is evidence of their feelings for each other. Thank you, Karrie, for loving my son as you do.
And I am blessed that soon I will be a grandmother, that these two wonderful people I love have created a new life between them, a grandson who will be loved by his parents, and spoiled by his grandparents. I love you, little one, and can't wait to hold you and nibble on your little toesies.
Life is good.