We're going up the escalator and on the other side, a mother and her maybe seven year old son are coming down. He's got huge eyes, a cute, handsome, square face and thick brown hair. I can't see her because she's bending over him, kissing his head, mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah and as they pass he's smiling a shy smile that stops short of embarrassment even though I'm beaming right at him, because he's happy and loved, and it's the sweetest thing.
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What a beautiful image. As I was sitting next to Gibson today while we were eating lunch, I put my arm around him and for awhile, he ate that way, leaned up against me, snuggled in.
I want to remember that.
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