My son stands in the pale white light streaming in from a frosted window, pretending that his painted rocks are being attacked and I chuckle.
He's going to be five in 3 months and 4 days.
Five?!
How is that possible?
What is time?
It's moments slipped through fingertips when I am not paying attention.
I've been absent minded so often, I just never saw ( Read more... )