Mindless Juices

To The Boy:

As I laid next to you this morning sort of propped up on my elbow as you slept in the crook of my arm, I imagined our Father cradling us both in His.  As I looked down on you with doting eyes, I’m sure that God looks on us the same way.  So, I get just a taste of the way that God loves me (and you).  I think it may be something beyond the words of a man, so I won’t try.  I only hope that you feel it when we snuggle, when we wrestle, when we chase each other, and when I hug you for longer than you wish I would.  Some day, I hope to give you more of the words that you’ll need to hear from me aside from the “I love you”s with which I shower you.

You’ve been home for two years (and some change).  I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty well even though we probably don’t “talk” to each other as much as we “should.”  I’m probably more content with your points and grunts than Mommy is, but I know it won’t serve you well in this world, so I correct you.  So, you’re growing up fast as you listen to us and learn about love and respect, patience and virtues.  I’m certain you’re destined to be a better man I.

So, while I can, I’ll try my best to teach you what I know without passing on my inadequacies.  I’m trusting God to help do that better than I could ever do it myself.  For today, I just want you to know that I will never leave you… I’ll always be ready to hold you in my arms when you need it… and snuggle, wrestle, chase and hug… and shower you with the knowledge that “I love you.”