I was reminiscing on my life and the things that I have overcome, succeeded, lost, and been gratified with. There are so many things I want to say, but will save it for my personal journal. But the one person who has stuck by me through the thick and thin of it all is KK. He was my rock when the world around me was crumbling. He was the light in the darkest part of my life. He was the reason I woke up in the morning, the reason I continued school. He's the reason I am still pursuing an education. He's my everything. I love him in his times of happiness and even in his times of complete terror. I am grateful that Heavenly Father saw fit for me to be his mom. I wasn't ready to be a mom at that time. I wanted to wait a couple more years, but I am glad that he came down to earth almost 5 years ago.
I was looking at old pictures and came across this one. I took it 4 years ago today:
He has grown and will continue to grow. Today, after church, he told me about his Sunday school lesson and he said, "...there were these missionaries who had weed [long pause] and they planted this weed to make it grow but the grasshoppers ate the weed and the seagulls ate the grasshoppers. Mom, I really liked that story, can you read that to me tonight!?" First of all, I was thinking "Missionaries had weed!? What are they teaching him!?" But after I understood more of what he was saying I knew what story he was talking about. He has grown into such a wonderful boy. I am excited to see what the future holds for him.