His Ever Changing Face
Every day he looks a little different. He grins up at me now with this lopsided, crazy toothed smile. Him, squinting into the sun and my lens and blowing my heart with his innocence and love.
Every day he is a little bigger, some tiny bit older, somehow new in his growing-boy-changeling ways.
He is what all children are – a person becoming something amazing in deceptively tiny steps that are really so, so big on their insides.
They feel big to me, and as they go by, I feel a weight turn and shift inside me. It is both a feeling of joy and sorrow, the disparity between which is one of life’s greatest gifts to experience.
Change on, my love.