And we rise...

My son’s eyes are windows into a world of technicolor that age has formatted to grey hues and dull black outlines. Perfectly content criss crossing his way through eclectic environments and social settings — he doesn’t need to be standing 40 stories up to feel on top of world. His temperament doesn’t rely on elevators to rise. With his head high and his nose low, he greets each person as if he knew them intimately from another lifetime. He laughs from his belly, dances without pretense and savors food as if the joke, beat and flavors touch his soul. Consciously unafraid and perfectly imperfect, he understands his limitations but chooses to ignore boundaries and claim his opportunities. A giant at 30 pounds and 36 inches—he casts a shadow on the spotlight of the father I long to be and makes me realize that if he is possible than anything is.