My Luke.

Unequivocally, my Luke is THE bestest

thirteen year old on this planet.  I love him

like crazy.  He melts my heart.  He is an

amazing human being.  He is sensitive,

kind, loving, Christlike, and loves all others

above himself.  Plain and simple, without

Luke, I would be toast.  I lean on him

when he should be leaning on me.  He

takes such good care of me.  He is so

concerned about my well-being and puts

that above his own.  I worry so about my

youngest, losing his precious Dad at the

tender age of thirteen.  How could that 

possibly be.  Seriously, I know that I have

said it a million times before and I will

probably say it a million times again, I

simply.cannot.believe.it.  Truthfully, I do

not know when your heart and your mind

accept such a devastating loss.  Is it a

year from now, five years from now . . .

As we begin to emerge from our protective

cocoons and venture out into the big world

out there, it is only with the help of those

like my Luke who are so gentle, kind, and

thoughtful.  I am so thankful that he has a

plethora of good friends . . . yet, he is the

nicest and bestest friend to them.

My Luke is pretty darn amazing!  There is

not a moment that goes by that I forget

to thank my Heavenly Father for this sweet,

wonderful, talented young boy.