Gut Rumbles

February 09, 2009

True love

Originally published November 23, 2003

I love my son. I love him with all my heart and soul. I have been called a "hopeless romantic" before by more than one person in my life, but I'll wear that title proudly until the day I die. I simply wish that more people in this world WERE hopeless romantics. The world would be a better place because of them.

I enjoyed this weekend.

Have you ever watched your child sleep? Have you ever just LOOKED at him and thought about what a fine chunk of young manhood he is? Look at that tousled hair, those special ears and that one bare foot hanging off the edge of the bed. Listen to the sounds he makes in his sleep. Tuck that bare foot under the covers and kiss him goodnight even though he never knows that you're there.

Then, go to your own bed feeling proud of one damn good thing you did in your life.

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