“The angels are stopping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God’s laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I will miss you
When you have grown”
“A Cradle Song” – W.B. Yeats
Were it not for a little boy of just two years, I would not have been doing much or even writing much on what would have been a rather uneventful Christmas. At noon today however, I was still reading to my little boy Auberon, as we do every day, before each nap and before we both hit the pillow at night. Though we share no blood, there is little doubt in my mind that no other man could love that child as I do. I read to him what I think every “dad” feels for his child:
“I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long I’m living,
My baby you’ll be.”
That’s my favorite book to read with my son — good choice!
i feel the same way about you. there is no greater feeling than the love of a father loving his son, and you make it so easy to love you and being proud of you.you have turned into the man i could only wish i could have been. i love so much that my heart stops when i think about how much i love you. you are already a fantastic dad and are only going to get better with auby as you two grow together.