Moon

Will cuddled next to me on the pew. At church, he looks at his books and then when bored, he’ll try to sit on my lap, touch my face and lovingly utter a non sequitur, such as “moon,” or “Joe.” I know people watch him because they make comments. Todays' was, “He’s really gotten big.” He is big. But I hope the day never comes that he’s too big to sit in my lap and tilt my head to touch his and whisper, “moon” in my ear.