I almost named you William Wild.

you are all the round mouth kisses in the world. you are fat hands and dimples and my heart takes off like an airplane when i see you from across any old place. the living room. the backyard. the parking lot. i think about how you came to this family like something out of the blue. bluebirds. boxes. the mailman brings surprises. and you make me happy like a girl. i hold you in the crook of my arm and you tell me things. all the important nonsense. all the magic you know. the things we have lost from being old. you say spells. incantations. i am lost in you. you whisper me into a puddle. we sit together with my back up against the wall in your room and look out the window at the beautiful sky.