It happened a year ago when I spontaneously asked Morgan to draw a little boy face of Ethan for me. And that was what he did. A crude simple drawing of a little boy with the side-parted hair and a slight smile. It was so sweet and so perfect, I fell in love with it instantly. I waited a year to get it done, and now that I have it in ink on my skin, I don’t know how I waited so long to have something so sweet and dear to me.
His name is in mine and mine in his, and he will continue to be one of the brightest parts in my life. Even when he’s older and stronger, even when he is old and gray.
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