"Every great man was first a boy" -Dan Zadra

A couple of weeks ago, your Daddy and I came across this book about what boys are made of. We stood close together, my head on his shoulder, and he read it to me while I daydreamed of a little boy.

A little boy with messy hair and golden eyes. With hugging arms and forever moving feet. With intelligent ideas and big dreams. A little boy that learned to love well because he was very well loved. A little boy who grew up to be a great man. 

A great man, standing next to me, my head on his shoulder, reading me a story about our son.