Little Bear

A long time ago, a little boy was born with deep dark eyes and hair of black. Sweet, loving, tender, he evolved from the grumpiest little boy postnap to a sincere, thoughtful, sweetheart.
As years passed, memories were built. He traveled to NorCal, Iowa and all over AR making friends and memories. He stayed busy mastering Wii skills, pitching almost perfect baseball games & outplaying Pop at horse.
Memories and miles, love and tears...June 26th, he lost his biggest fan to cancer, his Pop. He was brave as silent tears flowed unchecked.
He stood tall as he held my hand at Pop's funeral, silent, with a hand on Nana as Taps was played and the flag was presented.
He started tenth grade in August, his big brother became a senior. His six foot frame gracefully maneuvered it's way through hours of basketball practice. As he took the court last night, I held back bittersweet tears. Poignant, proud, heart wrenching memories flooded my mind as I couldn't help but look for Pop holding our seat as usual.
Today, my six foot teen passed his written driving test. As he finished, he turned to flash me a huge smile letting me know that he'd aced it. I gave thanks once again for everything God gave me in a package of Trevor.