Was that grumble to hoarse? Should I be checking him for fever? Are we over/underfeeding him? is that a bister, a rash, allergy? Will I always be strong when she needs me?
I find myself impatiently waiting for the time where I'm searching for the answers to everyone of his questions. But now... I just hope I make it day to day being there when and as needed for them.
As I lay down... I see myself wantimg to be 6 again. I lay in my fiberglass, racing car bed. I see my room growing up...my desk, my windows...
But the safety of that time is gone... I am a little boy grown up...
I hope I am doing this right.
