this kid grounds me.
keeps me on my toes.
challenges me.
warms me to the core.
sometimes i get overwhelmed
from the way he looks up at me.
he knocks me over with his wit.
he's got personality coming out of his ears.
lately, i've been on a journey-
doing some
growing, blooming, forgiving.
a friend told me it's because i'm turning thirty.
and that's probably very true.
nonetheless, i feel like i fit in my own skin.
like my skin is a good, good place to be.
the world doesn't look so ugly.
i'm learning to see the beauty in everything.
so when those eyes look at me like they do
i can only hope
that i'm able to show him the beauty that i see.
the beauty in the world
and the beauty that seeps out from every pore
of his perfect, little body.




























































