I didn’t hear him approach. Suddenly I just felt the stare of a man.
I glanced to the right and there he was: shirtless, wearing sunglasses, earbuds in his ears, practically running in place to stay beside me as I gave my jog all the speed I had.
A smile emerged on his face.
“I’m proud of you, Momma. Proud of you!”
I beamed like the sun as I watched my son run off ahead of me. He moved like a gazelle. It was a beautiful sight if I dare to say so since I did incubate that child for 7 months (yep, he was a preemie).
Tall, strong, and sailing by like a breeze; all the while saying he is proud of ME.