Stepping out of the sun into a room full of strangers, my sixth sense cries out in alarm. Out of the corner of my eye...I see him. He's tiny, so perfect and beautiful.
Sometimes when it feels like there is no room for more pain, it wells up in my eyes, and silently falls down my face. I turn away and walk back out. Please, no more chubby-cheeked reminders of what my days might have been...
And sometimes, I step self-consciously into the room and walk past him like my heart is not breaking. Like he is not a painful reminder, but something beautiful.
I walked past him today.
I walked past him and I smiled.
My son, did you know my son? He is even more beautiful...
"...blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those on earth." Richard Hooker