About Us

I sit here thinking about my son, and thinking of how sick he was as a baby. I cannot count the number of times I credited God for saving him, and that was just for the extreme asthma. All the other times, that mothers of boys know about, too. Dare-deviling on his bike, acting crazy on a skateboard, you name a brazen boy thing, and he did it. I think of all of that, and then I'm here. Right here. Here wondering what the reasons are. I have always been a believer in everything being for a reason. Was he saved through all that he came through to wind up where he is? I don't think so, even if that is my fear. He's my handsome, smart boy! I'm not proud of everything he has done, but I sure love him very much. I don't know how long he will be gone from me. No matter how long, it will be too long. It will be too long, no matter. I love my son. Love him so much.