If I could get up on my roof-top, I'd shout from it...

Today, while Trevor was eating lunch, his eyes met mine and something struck me.

I looked at his eyes and saw his future. I saw him grown and with a family of his own. Only a glimpse... enough for me to fully feel the weight of responsibility I carry as his mother. Enough to help me see beyond teaching him to share and say "please."

I wanted to sear that image in my mind. I knew if I could somehow remember it- and keep it handy, it would change the way I did this "mommy" thing.

I began to pray out loud that he would "become the kind of man who...." -my mind stumbled for a moment as I searched to find a way to describe all I hoped he'd be... "a man who... " -it was suddenly so clear... "who makes his wife as happy as his daddy has made me." Trevor smiled.

And in that moment, the weight I was feeling lifted a little. I remembered the responsibility I carry is not mine alone. I share it with an amazing man... a man who always seeks to be the husband, father, the man who God designed him to be. For that, I am truly grateful. And he doesn't hear it near often enough. Hear me now babe, we are all of this, because you are who you are.