How on Earth did we get here my love? How is it that you’ve grown so far, so wide, so deep, long, complex, active & serene in only four years?
How is it that your baby time seems like a lifetime ago and yet yesterday?
It’s the mystery of parenthood… one of the many, I suppose.
The questions are more poetic to ponder than any answers could ever be and I find I’m more grateful for the mysteries the more your life draws and and shapes itself in ways beyond my touch.
I love you my boy. And, I'm eternally, profoundly, irrevocably proud of who you are.