How life changes- expansion, contraction, a warm embrace, and a gentle push. There is so much that I want to say at this fork in the road. Words to my beloved firstborn. Words that only the mother of a son could understand. And yet there will likely be no opportunity for me to articulate those very same things- for love is a painful mute. I find myself listening to Matthew’s CD over and over again, praying that his ocean of creative expression continue to flourish. I am choked with tears that must of necessity remain hidden.

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