So I have to admit something today that I have wanted to deny for quite some time. My oldest son, Noah, is an adult. Not quite an adult at the time I create this blog post..but at 10:28PM, it is totally official.
I know every parent says many times while raising children that time goes by quickly. But I am being thrown for a loop right now at how insanely fast this all went.
Noah came into the lives of my husband Andrew and I when I wasn’t prepared at all for him. I was 20 and trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I think back at that time and while it was scary, it was the most momentous thing I have ever experienced.
Raising Noah, I have experienced, as most moms do, so much fear. Let’s face it, being a mom is hard. But being a mom is such a GIFT. I am truly so proud to be Noah’s mom. Certainly I have those days where I want to scream and yell and him (and yes..there are days that I do..) but the bottom line is, I am proud of him. And thrilled that I have been given the opportunity to raise him.
Noah has brought our family so much. He first and foremost taught me what it means to unconditionally love someone. He has blossomed into someone that has a strong faith in God and in others.
Noah is a lover of great clothes, hanging out with friends, popcorn, Netflix, church group, snowboarding and eating plenty of cheeseburgers and Milio’s. He has a huge heart..I mean..I could go on and on.
I love you, Noah. This next year is going to bring you some amazing adventures. I can’t wait to see where life takes you.