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My son. He can make me laugh. Dry, raunchy, subtle, controversial. He understands a lot about how things effect me. He breaks my heart when he tells me he’s disappointed me. He never has. I will regret the spilled milk the rest of my life. He never deserved that tirade. He’s not perfect but then I seem to cherish things more that are not perfect. I know it’s a burden for him to know how much my life is wrapped up in him and how much I lean on him. I wonder if that’s what pushed him so far away. He says he won’t stay away forever but forever may be shorter than anyone knows. A moment is too long.
Like it or not he’s my baby and always will be. When I carried him I felt these funny little movements. I never knew what they were until about two month after he was born. I was laying down resting with him next to me and I felt this funny little movement. It was exactly like what I felt before. I looked and saw he was moving his toes. This has stuck with me throughout his life. The funny thing is I still notice when he’s not wearing shoes he still moves his toes. I don’t think he realizes he does this but I do. I hope he never stops because it takes me back to a time when he needed me and I was most important to him.
I’m not going to proof read this because I’m afraid I’ll delete it so here it is with whatever flaws there may be.
I love you to infinity.
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