It's maybe not the best picture of him ever taken and I do see that. I see, with my eyes, what he really looks like and how tall he is and the slice of those cheekones. My heart, though, my heart sees through all that to the rounder 8 year old who used to hang out "casually" waiting to give me a hug goodbye before I left him again.
Sometimes I wish I couldn't see anything else.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
In this face
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who's this?
ReplyDeleteMy question is; is the eight year old still in there? I suspect he is, but only you know for sure.
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