24 September 2011


My son. Standing on the back porch in the sun in his Donnie Darko t-shirt and orange baseball socks. He's taller than I am, and skinnier. It wasn't too long ago that we were all remembering when he was a chubby toddler, parked in front of The Jungle Book in his underwear. I sneak glimpses of him and store the images in my brain, because I know now how fast everything is slipping away. High school, girlfriend, college. Hugs become angular.

It has taken me a long time to start grasping the passage of time.

1 comment:

Jill said...

gee. thanks for that. you make me cry. :/