Wow. Married. In just two days you’ll be a husband. I know you’ll be a good one too. You’ve seen many failed marriages—also great examples of wonderful ones—that you already have a good idea how to do it either way. It’s a constant choice you may every day. I know with God as the head of it, you’ll do just fine. I’ve prayed your entire life for a perfect fit for your wife and I believe Lauren is just that. I couldn’t be happier for you.
But you’ll always be my baby boy. No amount of years can change that. I look at you and still see those big (almost) black eyes and baby face staring back at me and I want to scoop you up in my arms. I can’t because my back is busted and you’re a foot taller than me...but I want to.
I am so very proud of the man you have become. You have a huge heart and are just genuinely a good person. You’re smart and funny and kind. Stubborn as a mule but I’ve always said that would take you places in life. (I’m just glad you didn’t become a lawyer after all. You would have had some killer closing arguments though. Haha.)
Enjoy your last year as a teenager (like a 30-year-old version) and your last two days as a “single” man. Just know the real adventure starts when that ring slides on your finger. Married life is gonna be amazing and I can’t wait to see you live it well.
I love you, baby. Always and forever.
Mama
