Thank you, Marla. I count my blessings every single day. I'm glad you, along with Karen and Jill, appreciate the poem, too. That eleventh summer, he just seemed to be growing leaps and bounds ~~ still a little boy, but on the edge of adolescence, too. It was glorious and heartbreaking all at once. I had to capture the moment with something and, as I often do, I turned to my poetry. It nearly wrote itself. I can still tear-up about it. He'll be 30 in August.

"...Songs to aging children come... Aging children, I am one..."
~~Joni Mitchell