three and a half

you, my boy, are three and a half. and you are rocking my world.

 

you begin your thoughts outloud, they conquer the silence at our dinner table. they cut through to the core of me with 'once upon a time you were a young woman who had no kid? and you made one? you made a kid with love? and i am your only one...'

 

you, my boy, are my only one.

and you see straight through me.

and i'd have it no other way.

Done