That boy-boy is back, I stuffed him with pasta and baked tomatoes, while he tried to get two words out between bite fulls.
Papa listened more with his eyes than with his ears. I could see him measuring the change in his little boy: I read his thoughts, "Oh has turned into a man. Poof overnight it seems. Yes he is taller, yes his shoulders are broader, and yes he has a little beard growing on his chin."
Papa and son, ten years ago.
Time's measuring stick has a beat of its own, I think it went full throttle when our children hit ten.
I can honestly say this photo seems like it was taken yesterday.
Sacha is back. This was a photo of him when he left last year. I'll add another tomorrow when he doesn't look all sleepy eye after a twenty-four-hour door-to-door trip.
Momma is going to bed; sleep promises to be rich and sweet, knowing all the chick-a-dees are under one roof.
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