Yesterday night, I woke up (after barely falling asleep for 3 minutes) crying, the lyrics of “Bring Him Home” (quite possibly THE most beautifully written and recorded song, not only on the Les Miserables soundtrack, but in the entire world for all time) running through my head.
As always, one face came to my mind as Jean Valjean cried out to God on behalf of young Marius…
5 years old, each year flashing by more quickly than the one before.
His 5th summer is coming to a close, and Kindergarden is on the horizon.
And honestly? Mama doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.
“The summers die one by one
How soon they fly on and on…”
p.s. Jean Valjean, I hereby ban your from my dreams. This sentimental nutcase doesn’t need any more fuel.
p.p.s. Gideon dressed himself for this “photo shoot” in Granddaddy’s soon-to-be harvested cornfield.