Eleven years ago I was in Massachusetts General Hospital. There was a tiny person in my room. He had a headful of dark hair and a perfect face; long eyelashes, full cheeks and wore a smug "humph" expression in his sleep.
Today there is a boy in my room. He has a headful of shaggy, brown hair and a perfect face; long eyelashes, full lips and a serious expression as he reads The Lightning Thief for the tenth time.
I'm not sure how that happened. I have no idea what will happen next. Perhaps the clues to the next eleven years might lie behind those eyelashes, that expression and that perfect face, because more so than anyone I've known, the will and strength and character behind that face, has gone unchanged.
Happy birthday my first boy love.
Maxwell 2 yrs. old