Thursday, July 8, 2010
There is beauty in watching J-man grow.
Like watching him use his own fingers to form the fingers on the other hand into a sign.
Failing that, watching him take my hands to make that sign.
To look at me with expectation.
And joy when he meets success.
At being struck when I say something simple,
Like "we are going to pizza.. yah!!" and unexpectedly hearing him echo from the backseat...
His arms raised in the air, smiling ear to ear.
And knowing the hours, days, months of agony and effort it took to get here.
It is this kind of beauty.... this strange beauty... that "textbook children" don't provide.