My son turns 31 tomorrow....31. I have a 31 year old son.

No matter how I say it, it's still almost unbelievable to me that my son is 31 years old. Sometimes when I look at him, I start to drift slowly back to when he was a little boy, blond curls, red feet-pajamas, huge soulful brown eyes. And I imagine, for one second only, what my life would have been like had I made a different decision way back in 1977. Back when I was 19 years old and "in love" with a 28 year old guy who, surprise, didn't love me back. Back when that same 28 year old guy walked away from me, from us. And I am grateful beyond grateful that God was in charge, that He led me down His path. Because here I am today, celebrating my son's 31st birthday and celebrating all the joy and love and adventure and laughter and wonder that he has brought me. Not to mention that beautiful brown-eyed little girl of his. :)