.... particularly difficult ....

life.

it can be that way, i know. i just wish it wasn't at any given time.

there's an 8.5 year old that lives here. he has been in a place this year.

a particularly difficult place.

i love him with every cell of my being.

i cannot imagine the me without he.

he is:

joyous, and active, and boy, and love,

and:

he is exhausting, and energizing, and funny, and love,

and:

he is testing, and reaching, and growing, and love

and:

he is funny, and silly, and creative, and love

and:

he is making.me.question.all.that.i.think

and:

he is challenging, and questioning, and inqusitive, and love

and:

he is making me reach way down deep for the strength

and:

he grabs hold of that heart that i wear on my sleeve, and he loves

and:

he loves us with all that he has in his body, and mind

and:

he finds that last nerve to play like his fiddle, and he strums it like no other

and:

he finds that spot in your soul to call his own, and he loves

and:

he is mine.

and i love that most of all.