Just got finished carefully picking my way across Ben's bedroom to kiss his fuzzy head. Of course, I discovered that he had sneaked milk and cookies into his room (against the rules) and there was absolutely no chance that he had brushed his teeth afterward.
But when I look at my sleeping boy all is forgiven, and when, as I kiss his head, he exhales with a sigh and seems to settle more deeply into slumber, I remember the same exact sound coming from him all of his life. His life, his normal naughtiness, a slumbrous sigh that bridges the years, all of that makes me feel so alive and happy. For now.
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