blurThis is the way I see him most of the time - a blur. He has always moved fast, has always done everything fast, and I am often caught by surprise, scrambling to keep pace. Lately, I see so much of myself in him and then wonder how two people can seem so different but be so much alike.

It goes beyond his blue eyes and the slope of his nose and the freckles on his face that remind me of myself at his age.

He pulses with energy and a creative passion that feels familiar to me and, when his words careen wildy as they fall from his mouth and his ideas vibrate in the air between us, I understand.

I also envy him. He is bold and brave in ways he doesn't even recognize and I see it so clearly because I've spent a lifetime holding back and being cautious and taking small steps.

He takes giant steps even when he can't see what's waiting. There is only him and the speed of his mind and open water.

This morning, I woke him up and he sat up and leaned into my arms.

I asked, "Do you know how much I love you?"


"You don't?"

He looked up at me and said, "Your love is endless so how can I ever know how much there is."

As I sit here in the quiet, I stare at this picture and think of his words and I understand why he is able to leap into the unknown.

He simply trusts.