Aaah, little boy. The whorl of your tiny ear, tilted up to my whispering breath. The plump folds of thigh and the strength of your grip. The sweet chortle that makes a room light up. Every moment a new one. I didn’t know I could love you so quickly. How strange that this new life holds the love of a friendship of decades. How strange that I know you, somehow. Not just in your father’s eyes and your mother’s toes. But in the way that one soul recognises another. In the way that a circle closes. In the way that the sun turns and the moon moves. I hold you, little one. I catch a glimpse of what must be every mother’s paradox; the joy of the possibility in your unfettered life against the cold fear of the world which waits for you. And with my whole self I wish for you an infinite world. An unrestrained life. One lived well and full and without censor. I miss you.