posted on May, 22 2006 @ 03:14 PM
The smell of his white-blond curls emanates a mixture of sun, bubble gum, earth and youth. I could bury my nose in that smell for the rest of my
The crumbs from his morning grape jelly toast have created a purple ring around his mouth.
His sticky fingers finding all the things he shouldn't touch whatsoever.
The hazard zone of cars, trucks and blocks are scattered in the living room.....dragged out only to be given a momentary glance and then cast aside in
the toy jungle.
I want to protect him from all that is bad in this world. I never want him to hurt.....ever. God, that's so unrealistic and unhealthy. We only grow
from our pain.
I'm raising a man.
The most divine words that make my eyes burn with welled tears....."I love you mommy."
It's going by too fast.....