Every mother I imagine sits one day at the kitchen table looking through old photographs and new and wonders how Time went by so fast. Lost in thought and emotion.

My wonderful sprite, lovely angel face, innocent young man that came shining and pretty from my womb became, in seemingly no time at all

the master of his own universe, the leader of his pack, the boss of himself.

Angels all around him whether he knows or not. I see it when others look at him.

*Feeling blessed to be on this gorgeous planet, in this skin, gifted exactly this path. With gratitude, pure and simple.