Throughout the day, okay, honestly speaking...throughout the past week, I've stopped to remember the day my Cory was born. Twenty-two years ago today, June 16th, 1987.
Cory was this amazingly beautiful baby with black hair and blue-gray eyes...his father's eyes. He was long and skinny weighing 6 lbs, 11 ozs. and he was 19-20 inches long. I remember Marlon referring to him as a "noodle."
And, naturally, I can't help but stop and remember the last time I saw my Cory. He was allowed to come home from Ft. Bragg, North Carolina to celebrate his 19th birthday before shipping out to Samarra, Iraq.
He stood so tall and proud in his fatigues, black jump boots and burgandy-colored Airborne beret. He didn't complain about posing with each and every grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, neice and/or nephew for tons of photos. And, Cory spent the entire day laughing and sharing with his extended family, taking time with each. I still remember standing back and just watching him...the boy who had become a young man. I can't remember a time when I had been more proud of him.
So, today I sit and remember once again, the very brief 19 years I was blessed by my son, Cory. I remember the dinosaur birthday party we had for him when he turned 4. And the pirate party we had for him when he turned 6. I remember ALL of the L.A.N. birthday parties he had and those he and Kevin attended together dragging ALL of their computers, monitors, folding tables, chairs, oscillating fans, etc. - not to mention ALL of the connecting cables, networking boxes, and more! And, I can still hear Cory shouting, "Oh, my...Oh, my!" when things would get heated up during a combat game...and what about ALL of the food everywhere! Pizza and pizza boxes, soda & energy drink cans, candy and always the favorite--my brownies! Brownie crumbs on the floor, carpet, trailed upstairs and back down again. Then again, no girls, no alcohol, and no drugs...just a house full of boys and their toys. Yep! those WERE the days!
What I wouldn't give to have one more birthday party with my first-born son.
Missing you, Bubba. Always.