There he stands. Right there. Open to the elements of the world. The evil forces. The intense pressure. The heartaches and heartbreaks that I can't shield him from anymore. There he stands...facing it all alone and vulnerable, yet always with a soft place to land. There he stands carrying the most powerful force anyone could ask for - the power of Love. Full Love. Whole Love. Pure and complete Love.
All I can do is give him this gift. All I can do is give him the wings to fly and let him hold my heart in his pocket so he knows he is Love...so he knows I am with him every step of the way...so he knows that no matter what - he is Love.