Life Down On The Farm

He gets his ears from his dad...one is slightly bigger than the other. He gets his long eyelashes from his mom. He gets his big feet and hands from his Grandpa F. He gets his stubbornness from his Grandpa J. He gets his love of trying new cooking ideas from his Grandma F. He gets his love of books from his Grandma J.
This boy whose hair curls when it gets long, whose brown eyes makes the girl's hearts melt, whose sense of humor leans towards the macabre side, whose intelligence and desire to learn never stops. This boy who helped make kids who were severely burnt forget their troubles for a week of camp, this boy who has had more girlfriends than a mother cares to count, this boy who has dimples when he smiles. This boy who is, was, and always will be a "mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma". This boy is 21 years old today.
My little boy is all grown up but he will always be my little boy. He will always be the one who wanted to "pick our house up out of the dirt and move it". The little boy who was sure daddy could get him the moon because daddy could do anything. The little boy who wanted me to "turn off the switch" on the sun when it was shining in his eyes. The little boy who first drove a tractor by himself at 5 years old. The little boy who could write his name at 2 1/2 years old. The little boy who stole my heart with his big brown eyes and sweet grin.
The day he was born I thought I couldn't love him more than I did at that moment. I was wrong...