I caught a vision tonight of my son. My baby son, who clutches my shirt as he nurses and squishes into a little lump when he falls asleep. As I podered his babyness while rocking him in his room, I could see him in his brothers' footsteps...
...at the table eating waffles with the sun shining through the window behind him.
...climbing into his "big boy" bed, which is really just the crib without a rail.
...running to chase balls down the slope of our back yard.
...walking toward the school building paying no attention to the fact that he just left his mother in the car.
Woah.
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