As I lay next to Lachlan cuddling him to sleep, I have my arm wrapped almost completely around his small body and my face nuzzled up against his. I am holding him. Although I have a sneaking suspicion he sees it a bit different. As he rubs my arm and pats my face, I can't help but feel, he thinks he is holding and protecting me.
Boys are made to be warriors, protectors. He is only 5 but I can feel his instinct.
You are protecting me buddy, from a life of selfishness and shallowness. You bring so much to my life and give it so much meaning.
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