To My Son

March 28, 2014

It seems like yesterday that you were born on a rainy Wed, 27 minutes after midnight, making your birth day March 28th. And here you are, turning 35.

I see your heart, and I see your soul. I see your kindness, your empathy for others, and your generosity. I see your doubts, your fears, and your mistakes. I see your triumphs, your losses, your sense of humour, your tears. I see your pain, your past, your sadness, and your joy. I see you wanting to change the world, to make a difference. I see you caring for those it seems everyone else has forgotten. I see you wanting to rescue those in need, I see you feeling the injustice, I see your anger, and I see your hope. I see the goodness in you, your patience, and your compassion. I see you waver and I see you stand firm. I see your smile and your frown. I see your childhood, your teen years, your hurt, and I see you cry. I see you listen with an open heart. I see a man who is love and all things good in my heart.

Happy Birth Day, Jesse.

Love Mom

1985, 6th birthday.

1983, trying to fill Uncle Gord's shoes.

1985, grade one.

1982, Halloween.

1980, Saskatoon.

1984, High Level.

1979, walking at 9 months.

1984, kindergarten.

1980, Saskatoon.

1982, High Level.

1983, High Level.

1982, 3rd birthday.

1994, Christmas

Mar 31, 1979, 3 days old.

2008, Montreal.