15

On July 9th my precious first born turned 15!! I hate typing it and even more saying it! I wish I could just stop him from getting any older! but the clock will never stop and its inevitable he will get older. Ryley, I look at you and feel the lump in my throat, the tightening in my chest, and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to hold on tighter to you. I am face to face with the reality that I am raising you, training you, and loving you to leave me. I want nothing more than for you to be a remarkable man, but I want nothing more than for you to stay young and with me. I have come to accept that you are no longer my little boy you are a young man! I pray these next few years go by really slowly!

You are my heart, my life, my greatest accomplishment.

I love you.