Tears in Heaven

Yesterday, I was watching 20/20 and they had an interview with Eric Clapton's deceased son's mother. It was the first she had done. They had also shown some video clips of him. I think it's been 12 or 15 years, something like that. Anyway, I can't stop thinking about it. I can't get his face out of my mind. I can't get Eric Clapton's song out of my mind. This child was one of the most beautiful children I've ever seen. I can't stop thinking about the horror that his mother must have felt at that moment. My stomach has been knotted up all day. I get choked up. Something like that changes you forever. To know about that story is bad enough, but to see the footage of that boy and how special he was...the loss was unfathomable. I never want lose sight of how blessed I am to have Max in my life and be a part of his. I never want to forget to appreciate him each and every single hour of every day.

He's Making That Face

He's making that face that I hate. His father makes it. I'm told his grandfather makes it. I hate this face. I can't think of a dummer look than when your tongue is sticking out and up, as if you're trying to touch your nose with it. I'm hoping that this is really nothing more than a coincidence. He's just licking the cake off of his lips. Well, this was taken at his second birthday party. I've been remiss in writing because I've been feeling literarily (is that a word?) uninspired...not to be confused with feeling uninspired about my boy, which I never am. These past two years have been the greatest gift of my life. I could ooze and gush all the love I feel for this child and it would never come close to doing justice. I hope that Max knows how deeply he's loved.