Saturday, September 24, 2005
footsteps in the sand. . .
. . .that is my little boy. . .walking away from me on the beach.
tomorrow we will celebrate his 5th birthday. . .no more baby. a part of me is very sad and wants to keep him little forever. to always remember the feel of his soft cheek against my lips. . .the way the back of his neck smells after his bath. . .how easy laughter comes to him.
but i know that he has to grow up. . .he has to experience all the things that life has in store for him. . .dissappointment, happiness, embarrassment, pride. . .it's all waiting for him. John and need to give him the tools to go out there and succeed. to be happy and content with who he is and what he has. no pressure. . .
everyday is a new set of footsteps. . .the wind will blow them into tomorrow, and a new set will be made. . .
catch you soon -
Written By: Hillary Chybinski