"Jimmy, what's up? A mechanical?"
"No, I'm waiting for you."
"It's a race, son. Wait for no one!"
"We're going to hold hands and cross the finish line together."
I cried again just typing that exchange.
I used to wish I was anyone but me. Now, I wouldn't trade places with anyone.
Merry Christmas and a most excellent 2012 to everyone.
3 comments:
Ann, You are raising a HELL of a boy. Congratulations.
Raising a Son like that trumps any victory you've ever had on a bicycle. Well done, you should be proud.
Damn, Ann. You did good. Congrats
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