friday night

I watch my little boy playing with a spoon.  He's absolutely inspiring.  His determination is endless.  His curiosity astounding.  His presence in my life is wonderful, because he makes me think he lets me breath.   When I see him there's no doubt in my mind that I have done something absolutely amazing with my life.  I have no reservations about myself.  He is confident, and it gives me pride to know how much potential is bottled inside one little body.

I start to cry and almost instinctively he looks up from his play.  He sees me more clearly than any human I've ever known.  Babies are like that.  They can sense emotion.  They are perfectly tailored to understand your raw emotion and react upon it.  He crawls over to me and smiles, lifts his arms, and giggles when I pick him up.  He knows I need him as much as he needs me.  

How beautiful life can be when you stop and observe it.  He is six months old and the perfect counter-component to my soul.