MY BOY, THE GIFT

Epic North - A smiling child with dirty blond hair and dark rimmed glasses in a grey hoodie and camo backpack.

Turns out raising a boy who is basically a carbon copy of me has given me all the feels about my own childhood.

Not all bad, some good, but mostly a sense of loss.

The boyhood I didn’t get to have.

Watching him become a man is one of my biggest joys, I feel like I’m learning right along side him.

Every day this kid is a gift to me.

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