The rising son
Naughtyman has a beautiful smile. It is so beautiful, I want to freeze time for him and never allow him to age a moment. He is running on the spot, laughing, in the sun, for no reason but joy at being alive.I do not know whether love is something you do or something you feel. I know that I am holding Naughtyman as he sleeps on a warm night, his breathing calm, untroubled.
posted by Dr Zen @ 8:09 am
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