I cannot hide my worries. All of them. The days are going too fast and I am watching a little boy grow ever more aware.
The answers to his questions, I am trying to with all might to be right. Sometimes, I am wrong. There will come a day where I don’t know the answer. It is happening now. When he beams up at me with curiosity, I say “They are the goodnight crickets, baby. They play a song for you.”