They sleep early and rise in the dark. It is winter now. The nights are long but outside, where the leaves have fallen from the branches, the snowed-in light comes through. There is a cat who finds the puddles of sunshine. She was small when the boy was small, but then she grew up and left him behind. Still, at night, she hunkers down on Kiri’s bed, proprietorial. They were born just a few weeks apart, but now he is seven and she is forty-four. My son is the beginning, the middle, and the end. When he was a baby, I used to follow him on my hands and knees, the two of us crawling over the wood floors, the cat threading between our legs. Hello, hello, my son would say. Hello, my good friend. How are you? He trundled along, an elephant, a chariot, a glorious madman.
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This gives me an ache in my soul for times past….
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Yes…..
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Dave, why oh why is there not a LOVE button, and just a LIKE….?
I’m with Lori on this – beautiful ‘story’ and funny, glorious b&w photo – in my case, it was our dachsie crawling and threading …. and licking baby’s face ‘en passant’…. 🙂
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Smiling. Yes. This is that good Kiki.
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wonderful.
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WLS, a swelling of nostalgia and memories that I cherish…chubby baby hands, propelling a little body across the floor, puppy kisses and older man hands chasing and laughter…such laughter…
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Beautiful. Yes.
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Such a wonderful image!
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What a fabulous photo!
And man… those days come and go so fast. Try as we might to cherish them, in a blink of an eye…
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Don’t they ever…
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Let me guess!
It’s your Eric’s Birthday today.
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Close. We celebrate this weekend. He’s home. Birthday on 3/4. Well done!
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Happy Birthday to your Eric 🙂
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Thank you Sawsan.
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