“Do you know a song about the sun coming?” he asked me. “The sun is coming, the sun is coming…”
“Here comes the sun?” I asked and started to sing.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “Do you know that’s a Beatles song?”
I love this kid.
I love that when he got his first wad of cash, he grabbed a stack of post-it notes and adhered each dollar bill to the walls of his bedroom.
I love that a few weeks ago, when his tooth was loose, he worked it and worked it all day long – blood on his fingers and lips – until he got it out. (He knew that with the $2 dollar bill he was sure to get from the tooth fairy, he’d have enough for Pokemon cards)
I love his lacy blue eyes and constellation of freckles on his nose.
I love the way he says, “Are you okay mama?” when he sees me cry, and then looks right into my eyes with so much love I can hardly bear it. A healing laser beam of love.
I love the songs he makes up in his room, pop songs with a hard edge, collections of words + phrases that don’t actually go together but are so free and flowing
I love how much he adores his little brother, how every day he tries to hug him and kiss him. And even though Nico bats him away most of the time, he never gives up.
I love that in the middle of the night, when Ben is scared, he will go to Nico’s crib and hoist him into his arms and put him in his own bed for company.
I love that ever since he was an infant, he has had this bright spark in him. He is one of those people that is lit from the inside, someone you can’t help but want to be near.
*This piece was inspired by World Gratitude Day! A most lovely idea by Alexandra Franzen.