I find myself on this the last day of Febuary wondering what Spring will bring. What flowers will I see first. Which tree will sprout it's first bud. As I get older I appreciate nature and the turning of the seasons. Changing every three months or so. Blossoming into a beautiful flower. Watching the trees change colors and glide to the ground. The first snow. Small things.
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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