Proud

So as you all know my oldest is 13. He is my pride and joy. He was a special present for me.

Any way. I don't think there is a day that goes by that I am not proud of that kid. He just amazes me.

Last night at 9:oo he says to me"I am going to call the Bishop, I need to get a new recomend so I can go to the temple tomorrow moring at 5:30 with the youth."

I am so gald that he enjoys going to the temple. Then he came home and wore his church clothes to school(handsome little bugger).

When I look at him my heart swells because I know I am doing something right.

He has this one group of friends that he hangs out with, that are kind of well I guess you could say BOY'S and I used to worry about him hanging out with them. So I used to limit his time with them. I would even tell him that if he wanted to hang out with them, that they needed to hang out at are house, and they do.

I am just grateful for the relationship that I have with him. He in a lot of ways is better than I was as a kid.