I watch my youngest son on the couch. He's over there with his laptop, supposedly studying. I sit here and look over at him every once in a while. He looks so intent. He's my baby and he'll be graduating this year. What will I do?

I wish he knew exactly what I thought of him. He's quiet; shy. He has a hillarious sense of humor and makes me laugh. He can also make me laugh till I wet my pants, which no one else has ever made me do. He has the most gorgeous eyes. They're green, almond shaped, with long thick lashes. He looks like me in the face, but has my husband's body type. He has a killer smile; so handsome. He runs fast, is a good writer, and likes to read. He's also better at math than I'll ever be. He's very sensitive. He can be very kind, but also very cruel. He feels passionately and acts accordingly. He has a strong sense of justice and becomes insensed at injustice (especially when he feels he has been wronged). I have encouraged him to go to law school, but he'll have none of that. He's very good with animals, so I encourage him to go to vet school, but he won't do that, either. He doesn't like to see animals suffer.

What do I see him doing when he's all grown up? I don't know. I see him with a strong sense of bravery and defending what is his. I can see his heart broken beyond repair at times, if he's anything like me (and he really is).

I wish he could see himself how I see him. Then he'd see how highly I thought of him. Maybe one day, when he's all grown up, he'll see.