The Lifetime is Now Nine O’Clock

“Want to go outside?” he says to the dog in his sweet still little boy voice. Not so little, but it’s how he talks to the dog. And I hold onto the illusion that I could just scoop him up in my arms.

When we stand toe to toe he starts with his flat palm measuring his height and then compares it to mine. I think he cheats with that slight upward slope toward me. But there is no denying he’ll be taller me in a few months.

The lot of them. My little men. Men.

I sighed right there. Time. It passes. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just, sometimes I am surprised by how tangible it can be.

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