Near summer's end ...
August 9, 2007
He is sleeping.
Our last night alone here and I nearly fell asleep reading to him. He fought for more time but finally, then quickly, yawned and rolled over. He has been a joy this summer, at times difficult, but then so am I. People make a point of telling me how much they admire him, his boldness, his intensity, or surprisingly, his composure. We had a handful of moments when the bell rang and we retired to our mutual corners exhausted, both a bit defeated, but at the end of the day, each day, we settled in together, to begin the journey into night, to sleep.
He is sleeping.
Our last night alone here and I nearly fell asleep reading to him. He fought for more time but finally, then quickly, yawned and rolled over. He has been a joy this summer, at times difficult, but then so am I. People make a point of telling me how much they admire him, his boldness, his intensity, or surprisingly, his composure. We had a handful of moments when the bell rang and we retired to our mutual corners exhausted, both a bit defeated, but at the end of the day, each day, we settled in together, to begin the journey into night, to sleep.
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