2/10/11

Freedom...

"Freedom has the scent of the top of a new born baby's head..."  those words from Bono... and the Irish understand freedom.  Anyone who's lost it by any sense of the imagination understands this.  My 2 year old boy has this smell... right on the top of his head... it's freedom... new, evolving, beautiful.  Sometimes I follow him around just to catch a whiff.  Sometimes, when I hold him, I keep close contact so as to inhale his essence.  A 2 year old is just beginning to understand what's in front of him.  Exploring, feeling, seeing, tasting, smelling... the world is enlarging... bit by bit, step by step... 

I think... no, I'm sure as adults we lose sight of this.  Until we fuck up and it's taken away.  That's what I did.  Now I've got it back.  Now I can truly show my children how precious it is.

Anyone who's never had freedom the way we have it has no idea what this smells like... unless they have a small child.  I am thankful for mine.  Grateful for mine.  Cherish mine. 

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