I hear a voice it's deep timbers lifting and falling with each word.
He reaches up into the cupboard and pulls a mug off of the top shelf near the back.
I had to stretch upon the tips of my toes to put it there, he barely rises from the ground.
My breath catches as I take note and realisation dawns, this is my son.
He grows more and more every day, day after day.
I see the boy inside the teenager, and hints of the man still to come.
The tears threaten as I exhale.
This is my son and all he did to trigger this emotional post is ask for hot cocoa.
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Silverbow
04:27 Nov 14 2010
Posted this earlier today on my face book. Khornesone says I am being sappy today.
He is probably right.
BubbleGumClaudia
14:26 Nov 14 2010
The little tiger has been doing little things like that the past few days