Musings from Suburbia on a variety of everyday topics. I have realized that MANY times, it is "just me", but I always hold out hope that there are others out there who occasionally see things as I do.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The son looks so young, yet so grown. I look at his face (that I can actually see again), and see the younger boy he was. Then he speaks, and it is a much deeper voice than I am expecting to hear (eventhough it is the same voice I have been listening to for months).