Brandon

Today was Brandon's Seminary Graduation. It hardly seems possible for Brandon to be almost 18, getting ready to graduate from HS and to be moving on with his life. My heart strings have been stretched to their capacity as I've watched him tackle new challenges (school, girls, work, moving to Beaver). It seems to me that I've been mourning his youth. Everytime I see a little boy, my heart feels as if it would explode. I've been remembering his sweet little jeans and Michael Jordan high tops, his sweet little singing voice and the way he always wanted to be with his Dad. He ALWAYS had a hat on. He loved balls and trucks. I must have looked like a loon the other day at the store as I watched a young couple with their first little boy. The dad was proudly singing, "There was a little house in the middle of the woods" with his son. It brought back memories of Scott and I singing that at least 10 million times with Brandon. Of course Brandon loved the part where you "shoot" in the song.

As Brandon was singing "Armies of Helaman" today, my heart felt so much love for him. Of course, he's the most handsome boy up there (looks just like his Dad) and when they put his sweet kindergarten picture up there, I remembered that day so very well.

His first day of kindergarten. I was scared to death. He wasn't. The kids lined up against the wall. Trying to be brave, I waved. He looked at me (I'm sure wondering why I was still there)?! One little girl broke and ran sobbing to her Dad (one week later she was the queen of kindergarten). I turned my head and choked back emotion. Such a big day. So hard for Mom but so great for him. Life. Kids grow up too fast.

Thanks Brandon, I've loved every second of it and I wouldn't change it for the world. Go out there and conquer the world. Always remember Mom will be here and that she "loves you forever, likes you for always and as long as your living my baby you'll be". Haha!