Beauty

Sometimes the beauty of my little boy is overwhelming. When his cheek pressed against mine this morning it was so soft. I was gardening, he came behind me, threw his arms around my neck and giggled. My smile was to each end of my face and suddenly tears welled up in my eyes. I thought of what a tragedy it is to have something so beautiful taken away prematurely. The pain of that thought! So I grabbed him and held him and kissed him. That soft cheek and giggle and smile with his dimple.I guess my tears were tears of joy and relief that he was there to hold. Moreover, thankfulness for my little blessing.

Thought

Thought:

Today I thought about my son learning to talk more clearly as days progress and I realized that one of the most sad things I can think about happening when my little boy begins to speak is that he will learn to tell untruths and half-truths.