Jones

Jones, our ten-month old son, loves being outdoors.

It was a beautiful day and he was gently tugging at the leaves and flowers of the plants that ring our backyard.

Jones

His touch was so delicate, so full of wonder, and above him the tree branches formed canopies through which the sunlight streamed. He, so small, looked up to an infinity of leaves, each one like the next, all coordinated in motion by the light wind, and then through them he’d catch glimpses of a blue ocean of sky and the sun going on forever. A bird was singing, too, the sound isolated and framed, as if directed specifically toward our son, and this conversation that was being conducted was holy. Everything seemed mystical and endless, and Jones wasn’t watching it, as I was, my mind cluttered by the names and functions of things, but he was of it, living beyond time and memory in this moment of gracious, floating beauty.

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2 responses to “Jones”

  1. Vanessa Freeman Avatar
    Vanessa Freeman

    I adore this. Beautifully written.

  2. Jon Miller Avatar
    Jon Miller

    You capture the rapturous joy of parenthood with words and help us all to share your happiness. You are a beautiful human being, Michael.