~ Best Wishes from Absolutely*Mom
He's a hearty, good-lookin' 22 that always pulls through, and he's my son. He's pedaled bikes, delivered papers and successes as he routed his life into the greater world around him. Though he will likely trounce most in Madden's challenges and Xbox offerings of any imagination's pondering, I can hold my own in ESPN's Pigskin Pickems when sharing Subway sandwiches across couches during the season called gridiron. Simple pleasures, vast pride, such is the stuff the dreams for our children are made of.
He's a Red Sox fan and I root, root, root for the Yanks. Essentially, that's our major difference, for we both hold high the winning score that family, friends and loving laughter brings on home. My father's golf prowess is par for this young man's course now too, along with mighty sports skills in all endeavored fields of contention. Yep, his life is a wide open playing field and I'm betting high hopes on a lively boy who grew up loving a black cat named Lucky.
Josh graduates from Bentley University near Boston, this Saturday. His warm or wry texts from afar have gladdened this mother's happy heart countless times. His strength, higher than sadness, has steadied this mother's sorrowful heart during the loss of our beloved spark of mother and grandmother who held tremendous pride in a tall, lanky good-looking guy who reminded her often of the fella she fell happily-ever-after with.
Yep. I can hear my Dad's voice, complete with the smile in it. It's loud and clear, higher than afar, "Josh has grown up into a mighty fine young man. Holy Mackerel! He'll go far -- you just watch and see!"
I always listen to my Dad. I'll always root, root, root for my son. Best men the world and I are fortunate to know.
Best to you in all the life you go for, Josh.
~ your very proud Mom
