So, son, its now, this moment, this moment. You are changing me. Do you have enough of yourself to hear this and believe it? Can it roll through you as the truth without some shadowy part of you telling you otherwise? If we just stop at this one simple truth: you are changing me; does that find a place in you? I won’t deliver the rest of the truths I live with, like: I am feeling into the pajama toes of real love like never before, or, your life is letting me dance like an idiot genius, or, when you kick your legs out when I toss you over my head, my heart stops and starts and stops and starts and its so good. Like that. I won’t go in to all these. We will just stay with: you are changing me. In spite of how you see me day to day, like lead maybe, afraid of this and that and railing against change and wondering about things that don’t matter, know that it is coming, change is, and it is good. The alternative is that things don’t change and I don’t believe in that. Change is hard/good/scary/weird and maybe none of that for you. You seem to adapt within minutes to whatever your rookie parents or life or your diaper throw at you. I want you to know that I value the richness of experience more than riches, that time is better than money, and that love wins even when it loses. Every time. And that finally, yes, Rose does love you that much.