My son is 21 today!
I am the mother of an adult man.
I am the mother of a grown man.
My son is no longer my Boy, my Lad, my 'Baby Boy'
He's a grown-up.
Yeah. Right. Sometimes, maybe. But other times, I think he'll still be my baby. Won't he?
I drove across the country to have lunch with him today. (He's in the middle of exams).
I think he was pleased to see his Mummy.
I was pleased to see him. I'm all proud and happy and glad.
I'm a bit nostalgic too.
But I'm a lot more proud and happy and glad.
I've raised a good lad.
Happy Birthday, G.