He is playful, he is sweet, he is curious, and he is mine.
He is Trouble, he is joy. He is sensitive and he is kind.
He makes my world full. He shows me all I lost. He shows me what I dream to have one day.
That a lot of burden for a little guy and he carries it gracefully.
I had a cry just now, he heard from the other room and stopped what he was doing:
He runs in, still in his monster-feet PJs. And again:
I tell him:
Mama is feeling sad, and he runs over and lays his head on my lap.
He says little, but understands so much.
And so although I know we are only small
In the time we have here
This time we have it all
You and I again
This time, this time
James Taylor, You and I Again