Yep, he's mine

Walking into the store with Jory, I hold my hand out, he reaches for it, and holds it. I look down at the little boy who is my son. My seven-year-old son. A baby I use to cradle, then carry in my arms. My baby now walks next to me, taller, and bigger, and I’m amazed at how much I love him. How much I adore him. How blessed I am that he is mine.