Home. Calm. Arranged and repetitively disarrayed. We walk with our shoulders touching in the cold, with nothing to show for our lives so far in material things. We left our poor attempts at that type of life behind. So here we are now, level in our simplicity, in our soon to be semi-poverty. Someone was born five years ago to this date that brought us to our senses. Watching him unfold as a human being has been exhilarating, challenging, and wonderful. Three are we, and we are three. Happy Birthday to my special little guy, my smart young fella, my beautiful son, my petit prince.

Why can't I give him
more than the sun, moon, and stars?
He deserves it all.