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From this.
Eldest son, age 13.
Goofy fun sweet boy.
He needed mom to help make sure he had clean clothes and that they matched.
To 
This.
Eldest Son, 18.
He lives away at college now.
But still calls mom to walk him through, real-time, how to iron dress shirt and slacks…..two nights in a row.
A mom’s job never ends, in so many ways, even the most mundane.
Still goofy fun sweet boy…er, young man.
Love you, Buddy Bug!
Another Espresso, Please 
>I can’t imagine a better job than being a mom! Sweet pictures of you and your eldest.Rebecca
>Sweet, sweet post!I love it. Since my oldest is just shy of 12, I can only imagine not helping pick out clothes that match and reminding him to take a shower and (gag!) brush his teeth.
>real time. I love it!!!! Love the blog–I’m adding to my humongous sidebar. 🙂
>Thank you for your sweet comment. 🙂 I appreciate your prayers. This is the sweetest picture. Isn’t it amazing that even as they get older they still NEED mama. 🙂