My son is celebrating his birthday every 9/11. He’s now 18 years old. Ah, how time flies so quickly and before i knew it, the baby i’m holding and cuddling then is now bigger than me and turning into a man and very good looking.
Last night i remembered all the drawings he usually give me. He has that habit of making drawings and he never throws it away, he puts a dedication on it (to: mama) and gives them all to me. And everytime he does that i keep them all in a clear book and up to now its still waiting to be made into a scrapbook.
The following drawings were made when he was just about 6 years old and that’s around 12 years ago. Here are his works of art and my priceless possessions.
The jets and planes that he used to draw then as a little and innocent boy are now the subject of his studies. He’s in college and taking up Aerospace Engineering. Every month they need to go to their Aviation School, spend 3days/2nights for a run-up and taxiing course. Now his drawings are really making sense after all.
Happy Birthday to my dear son. Lots of love.