September 20, 2010
My baby. At seven he still enjoys long baths. Plastic toys float about the tub. He can remain immersed for hours. Water rolls over his skin, sometimes his tongue. Pure sensory delight.
At seven he still allows me to hold him close. Drunk on his flesh, I am grateful beyond words.
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