My son. Today is his birthday. He's a grown man, but I'm still the mother. Sometimes I think he say's to himself, I wish she would stop worrying so much or how many times is she going to say the same thing?
Doesn't matter to me. You don't stop being a mother when they are grown. That's when you do that job just a little bit different is all. Finally:
A higher one! Greatest of them all! Much bigger than them all. One I love..... who lets no weapon ever formed against me prosper!
A Negative Mind ~ Will give you a Negative Life