Dear Little Lamper,
you look so small and vulnerable, perched precariously on my chest. I can feel your heart beat. Can you feel mine, calling down the generations?
You look so like your father. You bring so much joy to your mother. I picture you running through sun-charred fields with dogs and hawks beside. Hunting.
Let me run next to you for a second, and share this race together. Hopes and dreams and tears and joy flow inter-mingled as we hunt out meaning. Life is so precious, and you are so precious too, dear Little Lamper!
with love from Grumps
xxx
