How watching you run would captivate me.
How the sight of you drinking from a hose could make my knees weak with happiness.
I never knew that sweat could smell so incredibly sweet.
That “dirty” could be so absolutely lovely.
Your tanned back is turned to the sun, and I can trace with my eyes the swirl of sunbleached hair right in the middle of your back. And I am amazed at such a creature.
I never knew how magical little boys were.
And then you came along, Little Bill.
I love you.
(P.S. I promise to stop calling you Little Bill sometime soon. Except I’ll probably still call you that when you are sleeping. Because you will never know.)