Three years and a Michigan summer

Happy birthday, beautiful boy. Follow the flourish.

Your birthday came and went like a flash of lightning. It was here, and then it wasn’t, and isn’t that how Time works? The moments you want to slow and stop rush on by no matter how hard we grasp. I watched your smile flicker in the late light of Michigan’s golden summer at the exact time you were born three years earlier, and still, I wanted more. More…