Today like many times my son and I are together; I get to see a glimpse of myself time past. It’s in these quiet reflection moments that I see myself as I wish I was with my own dad. Why do I punish myself with this notion? Can’t help it. If only they stayed this small forever so I can could spent more time with myself. A selfish thought, I know. My mission in life is that he never has to look at his own son and wish.
The Reflection I Can’t Help Seeing!
