Sam’s lanky legs are inches longer than a few months ago. These legs sometimes ache at night with the growing pains but during the day, they are a constant blur of motion.
He stretches out and I gasp at the battleground of his extremities. It’s all scratches, connected to a bruise, next to a healing scab, all of it peppered with mosquito bites and dirt.
Evidence of bikes ridden fast,
fences leaped over,
Evidence of his courage,
and of daily delight in being a boy,
outside basking in the sun.