18 years ago the Lord gave us this gorgeous baby boy. His first 6 weeks were spent in Australia in the bosom of his Australian family. His Aussie identity is still very much a part of him inspite of growing up in France. Today we celebrate his coming of age, and we are so proud of him. He first started being more independent when he had to live in at his senior high school at the age of 14, returning each weekend to play sport, to eat, catch up on TV and video games with his brother, and to stir up his sister!
Now he is in his own little flat at Roanne, at an Institute of Technology for 2 years. He's come of age alright and he's doing well. We are glad he comes home nearly every weekend - our family is not complete without him. We try and keep some family time around meals and we listen to his stories, his commentaries, his blow-by-blow descriptions of sports events he's appreciated ! We listen as he recounts what he has learned about the world we live in through his course work. I look at his lovely brown eyes and see the soul of a sensitive, loving, intelligent person. And I thank God for this young man - our young man.
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| Go the Blues!! |
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