As I look up at the face of my son, who once looked up at me, I'm happy, pleased and proud as punch of the young man I see. His face is filled with many things; humor, strength and love. And for the way my son's turned out I'm thanking God above. I know I'd always love him, no matter what he'd done, because I am his Mother and because he is my son. But more as each day passes I'm finding that it's true, not only do I love him, I find I like him too!
