Two years old today. My boy’s boy. His first born. He has been in his own space, locked in combat with a body that he can’t control, since he was 9 weeks old. I want so much for him. I want to see him run and play, hear his laughter, see his smile. And I am denied.
I know he is in there. I feel him. I sense him. And more aptly, I love him. His confinement is physical, mine mental. And yet we are both the same. He is a part of me.
Happy Birthday, my sweet, little Wolf, my Nugs.
Nana