Building Blocks
My Boy is 13 today.
When I look at him my heart flutters in panic – no please stay little and young and mine forever.
Then I look at him again and see every moment of my little boy – all the moments and birthdays leading to this one – and know that every bit of my little boy is wrapped up tightly in the bones and muscles and cells of the young man before me.
My heart flutters knowing that my little boy will always live in the heart of the man he becomes.
