Becoming

I have spent today, as I do every day - with my son. I watch each day as he changes, wakes up with a magical ability to do new things, make new sounds and generally be a different child than he was when he went to sleep the previous evening. It is beautiful, and bittersweet - emphasis on the sweet. I cherish his babyhood and the gift of this time with him. I am excited, though, to meet the child he is becoming, to greet the new Gus that wakes every day to smile up at me as though I, too, am new, and beautiful, and precious to him.