Enigma

He is so much like me, so much like his Dad, and still so much a mystery.

His heart so brave and yet so tender, uncertain. Looking into his eyes I see my soul and I know that I can never fathom his depths. Him always the easy one, out in three pushes. Never afraid to try anything, he follows in footsteps two years the larger. I would rock him resting on my lap, ask him if he liked his day, his dinner, playing with his toys – always a nod into my chest, yes. He aims to please. I can give him that but the world so cynical it oozes displeasure. I read him Psalm 63, explain how we live in a dry and weary land, no water but we sing beneath His wing.

“I luv u a rot so much, I luv u a rot so rot.” Arms flung wide open, hugs and tickles, nuggles galore. I love my sweet Danger man.

9-30-11 . 85mm .  living room window, afternoon light on our crazy family afghan