Introspective...


I remember when I couldn't wait for you to say your first words. I wanted desperately to understand what you wanted and needed. To communicate with you. To not have to interpret your crying and baby babbling to figure out your needs and wants. When you finally could talk and we could communicate, it was a treasure to know and understand your thoughts. Now you are sometimes quiet again. As you reflect deeply inside your own head. But it doesn't bother me. In fact, I love it. Like father. Like son...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Kihapu...

Blood Moon...