I love telling stories about the boys when they were little. Time has always seemed to go by so fast. Now though, when we talk of them as little boys it seems like a lifetime ago. Wolfie has grown up so much in the last year and a half. There is none of the little dirty faced kid left in him. I hate that his life has taken such a drastic turn. I hate that all he has of his relationship with Arthur are his memories and the stories behind them. I worry every day that Artie did not know how truly proud his dad and I both were of him. My mind runs replays all of the time trying to find moments I can hold onto, moments where I hope I made him feel special.
The upside to this is that I make it a point of letting Wolfgang know how much of an honor it is to be his mom. He is becoming such a great young man. He is funny, respectful and polite. I am in awe sometimes of his warmth and caring. He has the utmost respect for women, which I sadly find rare these days in young men, and I love this about him! I hope I live many more years to see what awaits this young man. The world will always be better because he is in it!