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He's baaaaack!

My beautiful boy is back from his white water rafting trip. He had a spectacular time. I had such a wonderful time alone with him last night, before everyone else got home from the barbecue. We sat, we talked, we hugged.

Oh how I love my son. When he told me about being thrown in the water and pulled down, my heart skipped a beat. I'm glad I wasn't there to see it happen. Naturally he was wearing a life jacket and that brought him out of the depths.

I love him. So much I love this boy. I see in him such a maturity, then of course he does something goofy like jumping from the second story window to the trampoline, but still. He's growing up. My baby boy.

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  1. Awwwwwwwww........ I can tell you love your son!

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  2. So glad he's home safe and you have him once again! :)

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  3. it's amazing how the love returns (not that it was gone) with a thudding, a ferocity.

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  4. Janet, I do love this man-child of mine.

    ThoroughlyMM, I'm glad he's home in one piece as well.

    Anna~~for some reason it just hit me harder than usual last night as he sat beside me and we watched bits of LOST episodes on my laptop. I know he's too old to want to hold my hand, but I kept my hand on his arm and just that physical contact was enough for me. I miss the days of constant hugs, of running to me, arms outstretched, to be picked up and loved. ::sigh::

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  5. Boys-2-men...

    Ya can't live with 'em, ya can't live without 'em.

    Don't think he didn't notice -- and cherish -- your hand on his arm. He still wants that. Needs it.

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  6. my mother misses those as well. i've explained that to my brother. he's getting it. they're closer to 30 before they get it again.

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  7. It's great to have them back, isn't it ? Jack had a go at white-water rafting in Oz - 6 rugby players, over 122 stone in one inflatable dingy!

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  8. He'll always be your baby boy I expect. I don't think Bob will ever be a grown up to me, although it is heart stopping to see him from a distance and realise that the rest of the world sees a man!

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