when i woke up this morning, i looked at bagel
and cried. more than the love of my life, my son, my best friend, he’s a divine
presence. today is his 7th birthday. he has been on this earth for 7
years. i remember when i was 7 years old i did not have the understanding
of acceptance and life as he does. nowhere close. unfortunately this is my busy
day at school, but we will hit reedy creek after, then finish the night off
with his favorite, chick-fil-a. as a writer, i cannot write enough about him,
nor can i find the words to describe his impact on my life. simply put, he’s a
god.
happy 7th birthday to my son, bagel!
-ratha, 9:12am, 9.12.19