September 20, 2011 |
It’s sad how fast the children grow. It happens in the dark as you sleep, in the dark, as you live and work and wither. Their little fingers, stretch out, large enough to hold your hand. Their legs grow large and cumbersome, too cumbersome to sit on your lap or shoulders. Their arms reach around you… where as before, they only clutched you.
I stood over my son as he slept...