He grows outside of me. Beyond my grasps and above my anticipations. He is strong. I can't decide whether it's more on the outside or within. I like to think it's both. His intensity continues to manifest in his passions. And, with this, I smile wide where my cheeks tingle. He is His. Decided and appointed to the most glorious place on this day. He will be home. They tingle even more. Eight years I have loved him; eight years he has made more of me. His attentiveness to detail is precious to my soul. His obedience and tender heart believe in the good. He is a worker and a teacher. He studies and seeks out knowledge. He sets goals unafraid of the climb. Loyalty and protection are his mainstays. This young man will move the world for better. He will right wrongs, and he will light fires. A woman will be blessed one day by his devotion, moreover his unbelievable love. I am his. Eight years. He grows outside of me.
Happy new year of life, Eli Garrett.
Mama :)
{week 45: my 2 in 52}
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