Wednesday, February 27, 2013
legend of the corduroy jacket
Not sure if anybody realizes just how much of a cynic I am. I learned to curb it early on. (not everyone wants to visit the dark farm with me, go figure) But this boy. I tell you what, this boy is changing all that. He melts me. All those crusty bits where wounds haven't quite healed right, his delight in life chases them off. He is exhausting, to be sure, so I have to rest more. And I am learning that I am not so much a cynic as I am tired. Tiny wizard, that is what Collin is. A tiny wizard, pressing in on my heart in all the best ways. Plus that coat always puts a smile on my face.