When the amber leaves turn, and fall. When the rains come, and go. When the air turns clear and crisp and our breath hangs like tiny clouds.
When the branches are bare, and the sky is blue. When all the grey has rolled away, and the sun swings around to smile upon you.
We will sit and drink tea on the porch, you with your Lego, and me with my book.
I will sigh, and you will not stop smiling.
When you are Five.
To my big boy, who is 5.