My Boy

My firstborn will be fourteen this week.

It seems only yesterday that I was full with child. I was so anxious to meet him, to gaze upon his face, to hold him in my arms and whisper words of love to him.

Now I have to look up to gaze into his eyes. Now his arms wrap around me when we embrace.

But my whispers of love will never cease.

I love this boy of mine. I love the man he is becoming.

And I love his moments of silliness, like this one. He saw me taking pictures of the tulips and he bent down and peeked through them.

This is the boy I love.

In hope,

Sweet Shot Day

Among a number of  “wannabe” wishes, I would love to be a photographer. Not a pro. Just a decent amateur. This year I’m going to be more intentional about making that a reality. I hope this first link-up with Darcy will spur me on to practice, practice, practice.

About Shelli Bourque

An ordinary girl living by the grace of life in Christ. Adoring wife and mom. Lover of quiet places and uncluttered spaces. Beauty seeker and image maker.