he can knock me over with a gentle push, his little hands grip me forcefully. he is strong and sturdy for his age. but when he is sick, he is so fragile. so dependent of me, he relies on that hand on his forehead, unaware.
today he chirps like a bird, full of child energy.
amazing to think this lump of fleshy porridge that is now my body once had that same vitality.
the sun keeps shining though. and that's all good.
