Monday, November 1, 2010


I reached down to hug
my Nolan this afternoon.
He was standing in his crib
with that sweet smile
only a good afternoon
nap delivers.
Our cheeks touched
and I lingered for a moment.
I thought one day we will
dance just like this,
cheek to cheek,
at your wedding.
Mildly dismayed,
I stepped back and
said no need to hurry.

Then I changed his diaper
and rescued him from
his unreasonable and dangerous
desire to climb and hurl himself at
hard and unforgiving objects
and all was right with the world again.

P.S. You should see this 10 month old boy
hurl himself in all sorts of risky directions.
Forget the idea of a wedding 70 years down the road,
let us just make it to one year somewhat safe and sound.

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