Here is Sullivan in the morning sun. He’s still a boy, but for how much longer? He’s growing up so fast, my sweetest son. God-willing we’ll have many more years together, and one day, we’ll walk down this street and we’ll be more than Mother and Son. We’ll be friends.
I love you, Sullivan. In my heart, you are still my yearling son.
On the way home from school, sitting quietly in the back seat of my jeep he sings, “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?” For me, this is all I have hoped for in this life. That my kids would come to the know the God that gives us everlasting life.
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
—Fields of Gold, Sting, 1993