Got to spend a little time with Shaan. Bouncing balls. Petting the cat named Boo. Watching him jump into the pool over and over and over. He's coming into his own. Can you see transformation from baby roundness to lean and mature?
He recently told his mom that he was mad at Dada because he never came back. Vicki explained that he didn't mean to go away and that he would understand when he got older.
This child is wise beyond years and thanks to the bold, strong love that brought him into the world and raised him for the critical first years of the life and the strength, care, love and passion that his mother has so tremendously carried forward through her grief and mourning and through the daily struggles of being a single parent, he will grow into an incredible man like his father. I am so thankful to be a part of it.
We missed our sister this weekend and her family. We missed Grandma too and sometimes I have to remind myself how recent that this monumental loss has been. Our hearts have been torn inside out and yet we carry on sometimes as if life didn't burn and sting us down through our core.
Thank you Shaan for your incessant energy and lightness that you bring. You propel us forward. Pun intended.
