Year of Writing 22

1/22/12

My son is four months old today. He is a beautiful boy, although a month or so ago, he looked a little more like a grub than a human being. His eyes now shine luminously, and even though that is redundant, it somehow isn't when you are speaking about those eyes. They are a light blue, like the sky in San Francisco right after the fog burns off - and he already knows exactly how to use them. He catches your gaze with his own, and in doing so, snatches the breath right from your chest. As you fumble for words of greeting, he holds that gaze, searching both your eyes for all the beauty that lies there, and then explains in the simplest terms how perfect the world is. This dude is going to break hearts, without even understanding how.

I can't wait to be there to see it.