A Moment in Time (7/7/08)

It’s 6:00 p.m. on Monday night and you are standing outside under the porch (because it’s still over 100 degrees). Your white shirt is wet from the water you poured on yourself from your water table and covered in dirt from my garden. Your eyes are wide and you are staring off in space. At first I think you are daydreaming, and then you give a little grimace that lets me know you have actually just pooped. There is leftover dinner on your face and you are barefoot. You are perfect and you are mine.