At noon I went for a walk, and thought of my son.
When I returned, the water in the birdbath was still frozen; several leaves rigid in the ice.
As I looked admiringly, I heard him call "Mama" from inside the house, where he played with his father.
This month, two years ago, the three of us became a family together.
A beautiful and innocent baby; his path forever entwined with ours.
Every day I am grateful for his love and his presence in my life.
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This is so sweet.
They stay intertwined, those lives.
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