I love him more than words can ever describe. His smile and thick black hair frame his soft skin and single sweet dimple. His angelic smiley eyes. His thick soft lips. His nose identical to mine. “I’m trying my best,” he says as he plays his clarinet. “Mommy was I good today?” as he wants to please me. “I love you so much Mommy. Hug and a kiss.” His words to me every night before bed. The happiness and gratitude that spills from big heart when he’s thankful for something he’s been asking for. All 9 years old of him. My tall muscle toned model of a boy. He eats all day plays all day. He laughs and scripts. “Anthony, let’s play with the cats.” Little boys at the park chase and follow him. My adventurous no fear son who yearns for speed as he takes in the wind as he whooshes past everyone on his bike. As he jumps with all his energy balled up and released into the water. “Look how far I swim Mommy!” “One more minute. After this race!” My xbox and you tube obsessed kiddo. My love for this kiddo is never ending, just like his passion for his nascar and Kyle Busch. I’m beyond lucky to be his mom. He’s my sweetheart. He stole my heart the minute he was born.