You and Me

“Where do beautiful boys come from?”

You and Me…

Sometimes I look at him and remember all the years before he was here. All the days I did not know a sweet boy would come along and completely melt my heart.

I did not know God would bless me with a child so beautiful and bright I’d just gaze at him and smile.

Where do beautiful boys come from?
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We stood by our coat rack this morning wondering aloud if we need a scarf in the changing weather. I was caught up in his face. His eyes darted to the side and down the way children do when something is odd.

Me — What’s up Bud?

Razi — Mama you’re staring again.

Yeah…again

Me — I’m just looking at you Handsome. Looking at your face.

I didn’t know what else to say. Because the truth is I simply adore him.

I delighted in his sloppy baby kisses as he held my face. I watched him play with toy trucks and promised I’d moved mountains for him if needed.

One night after his first year of life spent sleeping on my chest, he finally slept in his crib without me. I was unable to fall asleep without his heart beating in simpatico with mine. I asked myself “Why did you fight to put him in his own spot? Now you can’t sleep”.

His first day of preschool, unlike Luna, he left my side without even thinking. I was on the train to a rehearsal when I realized 5 years earlier with Luna, I was so devastated by her crying I actually had to lie down when I got home.

Then I called 3 times to make sure she was OK.

Razi’s first day of preschool I came to pick him up and he hugged me with his hands on my face. The way he did as a baby.

The way he did this morning.

I felt that euphoric glow children feel on Christmas morning, gazing at the lights on the tree with so many gifts underneath.

I kissed his sweet chubby check and felt his muscles grin beneath my lips.

And my heart smiled like ten thousand class pictures.

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