| Not Yet |
He's sprawled across me.. laughing . Smiling with the power of a thousand suns. He is so beautiful.. I ache to look at him. He's whispering, promising the extent of all his love. I began to drown in his eyes, fathomless furrows of the deepest blue. Misty, clear.. no matter because them, I often fall into. All this love packed with emotion, wrapped in a package, always in motion. Not yet knowing his power of grace, Not yet knowing his beautiful face, Not yet knowing what he will always be to me. At that very tender age... of not yet 3. |