My Son

On the way home from my son’s soccer practice, I reached over and touched his head. He had been silent on the rides to and from soccer. He gave me the “What?” look. I said, “I love you.” Not ready to say “I love you, too” as he usually does, he said, “Keep your eyes on the road.” I kept my eyes on the road, smiled inside, and thought oh God, how cute he is. Later I shared with my husband my thoughts: “And I thought only five- or six-year-old boys are cute.”  

November 16 2007 

(He was less than two months away from being seventeen and I was still his chauffeur.)