I am looking at his picture from three years ago. It is a perfect image of the left side of his face. He is looking away, with a slight frown. I can look at this picture for ever and ever. I look at the curls in his hair at the back of his neck. His perfect little nose and lips and a hanging under chin. His perfectly black eye under a tilted eyebrow.
I look at his lips and I remember his tiny little voice.
I look at his cheek and I feel the soft touch on my lips kissing him.
I can brush his hair with my finger still.
I love this picture.
I adore this boy.
He is the light of my eyes. He is indeed the light of my life. God bless you my sunny son!