September 29, 2007

  • Jesse


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    my soft haired boy, my sweet one. So boy-full and wild and wise.  There are days when you live quietly near me, exploring this small world of trees and wild grasses and air.  There are days when you burst out of yourself and dance and shout and live so joyfully, so large.


    You grow forward in both leaps and bounds and in soft quiet steps.



    You have your father’s hands, so strong and defined and loving. 


    The world is yours and there are days that I can barely keep up, can barely hold my place near you as you bound forward, all forthright and eager and true.


    You are the truest of the truest of the true.



     

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