  I like my son. Really. I love him, but I really like him. As a person. We've been spending a lot of time together lately and I've enjoyed it.
We like a lot of the same things. We have the same sense of humor. We can talk. About the serious stuff. It just hit me today as I was thinking about how much we've done in the last week, just the two of us, that I am truly blessed to have the kind of relationship I have with my 17-year-old son. It's rare and precious. We've hung out at Barnes & Noble reading and talking over frappucinos.
We've hung out at the park, me reading while he fished. We've gone shopping. We've cooked meals together, watched movies, and worked side by side. Today we ran errands and went out to lunch. I am really going to miss him next year when he goes off to school. 
