It’s a bird, it’s a plane  by jtsanto

It’s a bird, it’s a plane

He saw something overhead, likely a plane, but maybe not. Maybe something non-mechanical, but noisy, a crow or cardinal that whizzed by with a short cry that stole his little attention and stretched it into something big and beautiful: curiosity. Every day he seems too old. Every day I feel like I haven’t completely seized these moments properly enough. When my first son’s 365 approached its end, I felt ready. Maybe it was the fact it began on the new year and ended on New Year’s Eve. Or maybe it’s simply that I was younger then and more at home with the passage of time than I am now. It’s all moving too fast. But, that’s life. Faster than a speeding bullet.
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