Thirty years to choose my words.

I've been watching him.  Thirty years of mother's pride.

He's everything I hoped he would become.  A brave, kind, intelligent,
loyal man.  A man who has grown to be beautiful inside and out. 

I step towards him.  Thirty years.  Finally, we can see each other again.

My baby.

A man.

I've had thirty years to choose my words.  I'm speechless.  My mind is
blank.  All I can think is that he's grown so much, grown so well. 

I reach out , touch him gently, just making sure he's real.

I'm speechless.

I say everything.

THE END