My little love.
My great joy.
My boy.
My little man.

How special it is to adore you
to hold you
to see you
run, jump, laugh, giggle, twist and turn
hide and seek, play
in all the ways that you do.

So moving
to be with you, to be your dad
like a wave, growing, far out at sea, in the deepest canyons of my soul
rolling in and embracing me with my love for you
filling every crevice of my waking senses
devouring me
embracing me
with your little arms
your laughter in my ears as you slip your hand into mine
wanting to feel my skin, to be closer.

How deeply I love you.
I feel for you.
I care for you.
Not even a word can explain, can capture what this is, an emotion without a title, but not without its own sweet
rolling
existence.

My son, my boy
My little love, how far can this take us our love
our growing friendship?
Into another life, from one before?
I do not know – it’s not so relevant
today.

For today is what we have, now, and it’s full enough, here enough, real enough, deep enough to find within it an eternity of moments, an infinity of morsels
of love, of meaning, of togetherness.
I just need to stop, turn inside
look
and there you are.
Etched on the wall of my every cell
plasmic
electric
quantum.
You’re there, here, you’re part of me.

My boy, my love, I just wanted to tell you
how so very special you are to me
and how so blessed I feel
to be
your dad.