November 10, 2003
He runs and jumps and pants and wiggles. He reaches over with small chubby arms and hugs and pecks my face. He smiles and frowns in concentrated form. He lifts me up with a run and a squirm and a thoughtful word. He is a part of me yet a whole in himself. He has gold-flecked brown lion eyes which watch the world in unique ways. I am lucky to rediscover who he is over and over again in his ever-changing growing world. He will soon be taller and larger than me but I will love him all the same.