More than ever now that my youngest son is getting married.
How did it happen that he will not be present at this wondrous occasion?
He and my mother came to visit us when Simon was four weeks old.
I was still at home on maternity leave and they snatched him away for their stay, loving him to themselves upstairs in their spacious rooms.
Where he gurgled and laughed at their silly jokes and funny faces and fell fully dependent on their ability and expertise to read his moods, know his cues, feed him when he scrunched his face up threatening to laugh…
They only passed him back to me when he filled his diaper!
Could they have imagined him having responsibilities?
Falling in love?
Becoming a fiance?
I miss you Daddy, where have four years gone?