Summer rain patters it's refreshing tune on grass and earth. Bare feet propped on the arm of the chair, his feet on my knees, his head on my shoulders. Visions of Henry and Mudge frolic in his imagination as I narrate their tale.
Abruptly, Cole rises to sit on my chest, story time forgotten. "Dad, look here", pointing to the pale blond hairs on his legs. "Pretty soon I'll be a daddy and have hairs just like you."
A smile curls on the crease of my lips, as my mind drifts to anxious days of early fatherhood, figuring out what it means to be a dad. Unconsciously my arms wrap his body, pulling him close, as we stare out into the day. His soft hair rests against my lips, the scent of little boy greets me and I know, my answer is found in being right here, right now, in moments like these.