twenty-five years ago this day (in a land far, far away) a boy was born. one who would grow up to be a young man with loving arms. an open heart. an uncomplicated sense of right. ideas for a better world. a belief in the goodness of those he loves.
such a small gift to someone who gives me so much. an image from my hands of some of the things i see as part of him.
so, Happy Birthday, sweetheart.
a.
