He Handed Me A Note.

I was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes on Saturday.

As I washed and scrubbed the dishes that were preparing our Easter feast, I watched my little boy out the window sitting under one of our backyard trees. He had a pencil and some paper and I wondered how on earth my chubby toddler had become a boy.

Which I wonder every single day. He was my first and he'll always, always be my baby.

I wrapped a sunny yellow kitchen towel around a glass bowl, drying it and reaching up to put it away when he came through the door.

"Here, Mom", he said as he handed me one single sheet of notebook paper.

And, then he walked away.

I was completely unprepared.

LORD HAVE MERCY, I was not prepared for what was on that paper.

And, two days on the other side of that, "Here, Mom"...

I got nothin'.

Nada.

Zip.

Over and out.