My funny little man brings so much joy to me. I still step back and gaze at him and wonder why I was so blessed.
As I observed him wandering up the familiar path to my car, I caught his smile as he saw me. This is truly the favourite part of my day.
He tumbles in to the passenger seat, messy hair, his disheveled uniform, excited to see me and to recount yet another big day at school. He is such a story teller. He loves to embelish every minor event with such excitement.
Sometimes he is so excited, the words rush out like an over filled downpipe, and I have to slow him down. I try to keep up with who did this and to what and to when and to who..and did I think about getting tickets to the latest whiz bang car show? Did I know about the latest Bugatti, and would he have time to use the computer when he got home?
There’s always a new scratch to examine, the anguished sigh of some injustice from that day, and the predictable “I’m really hungry!”
His attention soon turns to his iPod and he tunes out from my questions, now time to listen to 'Parlez vous Francais' or some other latest hit, he plays way too often.
I examined his face today. His boyish looks are fading too quickly. I can hear his voice is starting to deepen. His skin is tanned, from spending so much time in the water this Summer, just like my own.
These are the days I will forever cherish….
As I observed him wandering up the familiar path to my car, I caught his smile as he saw me. This is truly the favourite part of my day.
He tumbles in to the passenger seat, messy hair, his disheveled uniform, excited to see me and to recount yet another big day at school. He is such a story teller. He loves to embelish every minor event with such excitement.
Sometimes he is so excited, the words rush out like an over filled downpipe, and I have to slow him down. I try to keep up with who did this and to what and to when and to who..and did I think about getting tickets to the latest whiz bang car show? Did I know about the latest Bugatti, and would he have time to use the computer when he got home?
There’s always a new scratch to examine, the anguished sigh of some injustice from that day, and the predictable “I’m really hungry!”
His attention soon turns to his iPod and he tunes out from my questions, now time to listen to 'Parlez vous Francais' or some other latest hit, he plays way too often.
I examined his face today. His boyish looks are fading too quickly. I can hear his voice is starting to deepen. His skin is tanned, from spending so much time in the water this Summer, just like my own.
These are the days I will forever cherish….
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