My Son, I Wonder.

My son,

I wonder if you will always reach for my hand when we are walking.

I wonder if you will always be precious and innocent.

I wonder if you will always gasp at birds and at squirrels.

I wonder if you will always point to airplanes. And wave to strangers. And bark when puppies walk by.

I wonder if you will always run up to a mud puddle with such joy and …