Time is relative. And the more time I'm blessed with the more time I want. There's so much to still experience... so much beauty to behold...so much laughter to share.... so much love to give. I wrote the following piece in April of 2006 as my youngest son was approaching his 5th birthday. Much has changed in the past 5 years. But fortunately far more has remained the same. And as I listen to his rhythmic breathing this morning taking in the smell of his sweet skin while he's millions of unconscious miles away I still love to watch him sleep.
"You've grown so much in these last 4 years. You'll be 5 years old in just a few more days. Has it been that long already? Where did the time go?
The house is quiet now. Your little footsteps, the sound of your "intellectual" conversation and your little bursts of laughter are only faint memories until you explode on the scene again in the morning in all your glory.
I have a few secrets to share with you. I allow you to pronounce some of your words incorrectly. It's my little way of keeping you my baby just a little while longer. I should tell you that it's not fafing, it's faking. I should tell you it's not burk, it's burp. Don't worry. I'll tell you sooner or later. It's just my way of holding on to what I know will end way to soon - your childhood and my ability to keep you safely wrapped in my arms.
The public displays of affection are drifting away as fast as these last few years have. I can caress your cheeks and kiss you as much as I want right now. You're miles away - dreaming of all the sweet little things boys dream of.
I hold you close and whisper I love you.
You are my world.
You are my hope for the future.
You are my Son."
