Blowing Away
He turned 5 yesterday. My world, personal lil' hurricane of love. My heart, the one that daredevils-but-cares that-he-tap-dances-on and thru-my-soul, the one that lives like a livewire, fully exposed, throbbing, laughing, breathing everything in, pandemic and Petri dish of the pre-k world, too-- Ughhhh, what can I do? Freeze Frame? A spell to stop him from growing up while the brainiacs hurry up and de-pandemify our world so we can then go back to our regularly scheduled lives? Where's my bloody wand.... I can't even.... Soooo, Let him blow out that candle and re-light it, do it again and again and again (which I could honestly watch forever) each time feeling like the first time. Priceless. Perfect. My compass and my Why. Blowing away every time while we sing. "Sing a song, make it simple...." Song of happy, of boy, of slime, of stinky feet, of the megalodon and the alligator and the zombies that always seem to follow right behind Mommy's car.... of ...