I sit at my computer editing photos and look over to see him, only it's his hands I see and a Lego catalog covering most of his self. He studies. I am inspired.
It is Saturday morning around 7am. I wake and hear the softest of voices coming from their room. I find them together in Theo's top bunk with Big Bear nestled between them, playing a game. I melt a little.
It was just yesterday and I was back on my computer editing while he watched Franklin's Soccer Adventure, his quiet-time choice. I looked at him and left what I was doing, in need of some snugs and to smell the top of his head. I want to smell that smell forever. Sunlight and outside and cozy sheets and sweet, honeyed lavender. Pure child and boy and a pulse that thumps with my own.
He hopped out of the car at school and I looked down to see his feet. But what I really saw was life, alive and well.