zakk's eyes

i wish i could describe zakk so people really
could get what a treasure he is.
he's the quiet treasure that just sparkles around
the house.

he's my conservative guy who paints his room white.
when he painted his shed, i helped. we went to get
the paint together and my creative juices got flowin'.
um. no, mom........not those colors. it was hard,
but i shut up and helped him paint just one regular
color. turned out nice.

he moved back into his office just a bit ago, so
i don't get to work elbow to elbow with him anymore.
but when he first gets up, he'll come say good morning
down in the studio.

usually his eyes aren't all the way opened.
this morning i stood looking at him and tryin' to gauge
how open they were.
'maybe three fourths open this morning, zakk.'
he said 'half way' and smiled.

his smile lights up my heart.

people say i did a good job with my kids.
i don't think they really know......my kids did a good
job with me. they came down to me special....
and there's not a day that goes by me that i don't
remember that.

thanking the universe this morning for zakk's sleepy,
sparkly eyes.........