Thursday, February 23, 2006

The Sleep of Innocents

I was watching my son sleep last night. I love that. He is so beautiful and innocent. I saw the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I saw his hair, tousled in sleep falling over his forehead; his long eyelashes caressing his chubby cheeks. I could smell the baby shampoo in his hair and the soap smell of his skin. I heard the soughing of his breaths. I heard:

“Just do it!”

My son. The Nike commercial.

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