The Poisoned Ink Well

Monday, October 14, 2002

This year when I took him to meet his father’s family for the first time and they welcomed and made him feel special, even with sadness of visiting Ric’s grave, I saw in my son’s eyes that same look of innocent joy and happiness that I saw in his very first smile. It's the naive, joyous kind of happiness that we all loose as we grow older. I am so glad I got to see it in his eyes one more time. I hope he never looses it.