Speaking of the 70's...

This is my son. Adolescence is rough. Well, motherhood is rough too, and it's better to laugh about it than cry, right? And his 'fro definitely brings tears to my eyes--the kind that accompany wheezy gasping laughter. I will miss his crazy hair--but I think he's so handsome with a sleek haircut.

I love this boy. He has a steadiness, a kindness, and a benevolence that brings me joy. He's patient and understanding and very, very funny.