What I write when I think of you

A small birthday gift for my youngest son, who will be 18 this weekend, turned into something extra special between us.

The near-postcard-sized notebook is standing upright, propped open and waiting for me when I reach my office in our lower level. Warmth spreads like honey across my chest and just like that I’ve forgotten how my morning already is too full, the to-do list overwhelming, the day stretching out long and meeting-filled before me. I set my mug of coffee next…