This face

This face. His face. I know this face.

The blue in his eyes.
The gap in his smile.
The mole on his cheek. 

Oh, how I love him. 

He’s no longer my baby though. His days are spent learning, growing, changing without me. He comes home. Sometimes he is full of stories, sometimes he is grouchy, sometimes he tells me nothing. "Don’t ask me any more questions," he requests. "No more Mom. No more."

"Yes. Yes more," I say. "Tell me what you did. Who did you see? What happened when? What did Mrs. K say? What did you learn?"

He frowns and I try my hardest to make him smile. 

Oh, how I love him.

His face, his eyes, all of him. 


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