Yesterday Rymer turned seven. It's so hard to believe that he is seven. No longer round with baby softness, the bones in his face give more than a fleeting promise of the man he will someday become. Yet still, when he sleeps and I watch the gentle sweep of his eyelashes flutter dark against his pale face..he is still that wee baby who took hold of my soul and gripped it tightly.
I don't think I ever knew truly what love was until I looked into his blue blue eyes and it's a love that both fills me with blinding light and deep fear. For as strong and hardy of a lad he is, there is still that child's fragility. In a world fraught with danger I can only keep watch, hope that he never is hurt and that I can keep him safe and whole until he is old enough and strong enough to keep himself safe. He is the light and wonder of a million stars and the most amazing person I've ever known..
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