Looking-Glass

This looking-glass warps time as I see the future and the past at once.  In your checkered shorts and polo shirt, you're all ready for this morning's photo shoot.  You were surprised by your own handsomeness as you looked in the mirror while getting ready and I nearly died of cuteness while attempting not to giggle.  Trying hard to do everything the photographer asked, you were so grown up, taking this so seriously and wanting to do your best.  With your arms folded across your chest, it was like junior high was around the corner.  Yet laying on your back and looking into the camera, your face shone just like it did when she took the same photo of you at age one.  She made you say the kind of silly boy things that I can picture making you laugh until you are 15 - or maybe 50.  But the laugh they elicit shows those dimples and you are just a chubby-faced toddler again.  Your eyes sparkle as though you both know this is just a game to make you smile and still you can't help losing yourself in the goofiness of it.  Your shaggy hair is adorably tousled from the front and a testament to your big-kid-grow-it-out plans in the back.

All alone with you, I have the luxury of remembering so many of your firsts (because they were my firsts too) and imagining where your character will take you as it evolves with age.  You and I, right now, we are living in a little muddled puddle where past and future amalgamate in cloudy confusion and neither of us quite knows whether you are big or little.  It's a messy, mesmerizing mesh of worlds.