We've cried, yelled, snuggled, and smiled.Before my eyes the other day, Alec became a teenager and that corner of my heart wept. It longed for that little boy I played Stratego with on lazy summer afternoons; the one I used to need a babysitter for. Mixed with this ache is a dose of pride. Pride when I see him take time to play with his little sister, when he says "I love you" in semi-public places, when he thanks me for the simplest of tasks - trips to the driving range, time with friends, or letting him choose what to have for dinner, and when he asks how he can help when Mike is working late.
I used to muse about who Alec would be when he grew up, I now witness glimmers of this man and he captures my heart all over again.
