"Thank you baby boy, " I offered watching the other mothers' mouths open.
'Has he grown a foot?"
"Yeah - he hasn't stopped."
It's his senior year and he's leaving nothing up for grabs. His mother lacks the energy to write all the words he deserves tonight. I wish my pride would keep my eyes open and my fingers working and my mind forming more than simple sentences.
Thankful he's not too big to give his old lady a hug.