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True Love (standard:non fiction, 1007 words)
Author: writer_52Added: Oct 18 2000Views/Reads: 3512/1Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A letter to my Son on his 20th Birthday
 



Dear Son Today I watched you sleep in my tattered old chair..You were
cuddled against the worn old arm.. I can't help but remember watching 
you grow up. Your boyish innocence came through with a pang in my 
heart. Without realizing it,I started to remember those days of your 
youth. I remember the first time you laughed out loud. You were laying 
on my lap and so small that your head rested on my knees while your 
feet barely touched my belt.I had just came home from work and playing 
the little peek a boo game you liked so much. You were laying there 
cooing and smiling like the angel you were.. I finally got you so 
tickled that you laughed out loud. I was so happy and proud of that I 
Laughed loudly with joy. It startled you so bad you didn't laugh again 
for two weeks. 

When you were a colicky six month old,I would get up with you and try to
take away the pain. I would carry you from room to room,it was the only 
way you could get any rest.. 

I Would never have thought those early days could mean anything to
you,but when you were five and you and your mother had a car 
accident,you showed me that my love had gotten through.As I walked into 
the emergency room my heart fell to the floor when I saw you sitting on 
the chair with blood on your face and the look of concern for your 
mother laying next to you. You looked up at me in despair,stood up,and 
stuck both arms up in the air without saying a word. I picked you up 
and started carrying you around the room. At forty pounds you still 
need me like you did at eight pounds. 

Getting home from work in the afternoon tired and sweaty,I would
collapse in the chair with a tall glass of ice water. You would give me 
a minute to get "comperful" then you would come running and jump in my 
lap so you could help me drink my water. This was a daily ritual with 
us as was the wrestling you did with me all over the living room floor. 


Time is strange I blink my eyes twice and you are a year old sitting in
a highchair eating your first Birthday Cake.All our friends are here to 
help us celebrate your first year of life. My Love is a year older and 
it is hard to believe how it has grown. I never believed I could care 
so much for anyone in my life,but you were proveing to me then how 
little I really knew about love and life. 

I turn around again and you are two. We are having a nice picnic in the
park. We had bought footlong hot dogs so we could play while we ate. 
You and I went over to the ball diamond to run a few laps,as you were 
running the bases you fell down on the loose dirt. I glanced to make 
sure you were okay and the smile on your face made it apparent that you 
were,so we started running again. Again you fell down into a cloud of 
dust and this time the smile on your face made it obvious you were 
playing in the dirt just like all little boys are supposed to do. After 
15 minutes of playing we decided to leave and I looked at how covered 
with dust you were and I was wondering if you had had a good time. When 
I saw the smile on your face,I had no doubts,for even your teeth were 
covered with dust from laughing and falling down. 

I blink again and you are three. You're helping me in the garage and you
know your way around.The Falcon that is already your car is needing new 
paint so you are helping me sand it in the sun. As you work at my side 
you have more paint on you than there is on the car. I look down at you 
with Love in my heart and see the beautiful smile covering your face 
with a glow of innocence shinning through the blue paint. Your eyes are 
sparkling because you know you did a good job. 

I look at you again and you are four. You are so grown up and ready for
christmas morning you can't sleep Christmas Eve. I try to convince you 
Santa will never come if you are still awake. The lights of the tree 
and the gaily wraped presents have you so excited I wonder if you will 
ever sleep again.After what seems like hours with you in my lap you 
finally fall asleep. When you woke Christmas morning I was sitting in 
my chair as you walked through the door. The smile on your face turned 
to wonder and joy when you saw that Santa had indeed come while you 
were asleep and had left you your very own bike,just like you had 
always wanted. You rode it around the tree as you opened the remaining 
packages. 

When you were barely five we built your first snowman in the backyard
just the way you wanted him-carrot nose.stick arms and one of daddy's 
old hats to keep his head warm. I was half way froze to death,or so I 
thought,until I looked down and saw that smile,red nose, and frosty 
cheecks. I was warm with pride i didn't even need a jacket. 

Today you turned twenty. My little boy has become a young man. I would
like to stop time so I can catch up with you. You have taught me so 
much about love,life,trust and caring. The tears in my eyes are from 
the real joy and pride I feel from you being my son. You could never do 
anything to make me not love you. God understands what I really feel. 
He gave me an angel to care for and I will always be thankful. 

I will Love you always Your Dad


   


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