....this little piece of magic, this unbelievable miracle showed up in my life I would find so many of the strangest and most wondrous things to be amazed at 16 years later?
Is it even possible to find the right words to give thanks to God for trusting me with him? And how do you tell a teenager that while you take pride in his scholastic and athletic achievements, what makes you truly proud of HIM is the way he faces challenges, treats people with respect and courtesy, and turns every struggle into a fabulous new adventure?
In the beginning, even though we had Coach, it was very much Jock and I against the world. He was my baby, my strength and my sanity. He was everything I had ever imagined my baby would be, and he is growing up into everything I could ever dream and hope my son to become. He is handsome and friendly; open and caring. He makes friends easily and is fiercely loyal to anyone he cares about. He is sincerely respectful to his elders; curious about his heritage; and proud of his name. He isn't selfish or greedy, but generous and giving. He is quick to smile, showing off his dimples to anyone around; and even quicker to laugh. He finds solutions where others see only problems, and loves unconditionally and completely.
I would not have chosen any other soul to become my son, even if I had been given the chance. And now, on the 16th anniversary of one of the two greatest gifts God has ever given me, I still wouldn't change a single thing about him.