HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY BEBO....GOSH YOUR MOM IS OLD

WOW Bebo...has it already been 16 years? It sometimes really seems like you still should be little bitty and blonde. I miss your younger years. Don't get me wrong...I adore the young man you have become but you were such a fun little boy. You had such a deep Texas drawl when you began talking. You are from the South but NONE of us have a drawl like you had. You started going to *coffee* with dad (your grandpa) before you could even walk. He always came over each and every night, even if he was working, to give you your bath. He knew you needed a good man in your life and you got it. I am so glad that you have so many of dad's qualities.

You loved your sister and I fiercely and you still do. You are my golden retriever child. My loyal with a sweet spirit boy/man. You do not make waves, want things to run smoothly and want everyone to be happy. Again good qualities and that is your grandmother in you. However, if anyone if the world hurts or upsets your family, you go wild. You have a very protective nature towards us and, I suspect, you always will. Your sister makes you nuts at times but the two of you are so close. In fact, that is where you are this weekend. She and biker are taking you to motor cross and homecoming at College we both attended. They love having you around. I am so thankful that you and Biker have so much in common and he wants to include you in what he does. He has been a good influence and teacher in your life.

All of the little kids at school have always looked up to you. You have such patience with them. You take extra time for the little ones and they all look up to you and adore you. Pretty much everyone that knows you does the same. I would not even be surprised if you decided to become a teacher. You would be so good at it. I know that, what ever you choose, it will be service oriented. You are just that way. A fixer...a good will ambassador. I suspect you will follow in your dad's footsteps and be a Trooper or a Fire Fighter. What ever you do, I know that you will make me proud.


I know that, starting tomorrow, I will lose my driver. You can legally drive on your own and I know you will. Tomorrow will open up a whole new chapter in your life. A piece of me dreads that. I am losing my partner. My person who has to run around and do things with me. I know that, as soon as football is over, you will look for a job and I will see less and less of you. I hate that and yet, that is the way that it is supposed to be. I know that I have taught you right from wrong. I know that you are prepared.

You are the baby that had the HUGH task of helping his mommy to hang on for a little bit when it would have been easier to let go. You were the baby that I feared that I would not/could not love as much as your sister. I could not IMAGINE loving another child as much as I loved her. I worried about it the entire time that I carried you. Then, there you were....all 9lbs 12 ounces of you. I should not have ever worried at all. My heart doubled and I have could not imagine NOT loving you.

I am so proud of you. I love you. I am so thankful that I have a front row seat to watch the rest of your journey.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY 16 YEAR OLD SON!