Westhaven Front Porch

He "stole our hearts". Here in deep sleep on a late Saturday afternoon. Not conflicted. Pure of heart. Filled with wonder and curiosity. Delicate. Loves imaginary play now. "Big monsters". He calls his Nana, "Doctor Nana", and goes to "her office" to fix his hurts and his boo-boos. He asked me last summer "if I liked the wind ?". What did he mean ? What did he see and feel that I could not ? Grateful he now knows us. I would go to the ends of the earth for this little boy.