Since you are now a young man of fifteen, I didn't think you'd want me to go on and on about how beautiful you were when you were born.
I figured you probaby wouldn't want me to talk about how precious you are to me or how from the moment you came into my life you have blessed my heart with more joy and happiness than I can convey with words.
So don't worry, I won't share how I'm sad you can't curl up in my lap anymore. I won't speak about how I know God has an amazing plan for your life. I know you are sick of me telling you that. I will hold back from shouting from the rooftops that I have the best fifteen year old in the whole wide world.
I promise David. I won't say a word.