And one day you’ll fly
The three of us walk, hand-in-hand, up to the door of JR’s school. We spot our reflection in the glass doors.
“I forget sometimes how little he is,” Ross says, laughing.
***
It’s close to midnight and Ross and I peek in on JR sleeping. He’s sprawled out in his crib, taking up every bit of space.
“He’s such a giant,” Ross whispers.
***
JR is currently standing with one foot firmly planted in boyhood and the other standing on tiptoe in the baby version of himself. He’s changing right in front of our eyes — sometimes it is so obvious and seems to happen so quickly that I feel my heart twisting in my chest. And then I hear songs like this and cry and nod and cry some more because it says it better than I ever could.
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I can’t listen to that song or “Gracie” without tearing up every time…and I don’t even have kids yet.
and THAT is why i am in love with ben folds. *tear*