Julian, you wonder child, you darling boy. I stuff my nose deep in your neck and take a long, deep, breath in. You smell sweet and new and beautiful, and I am drawn back to my own days as the mother of an infant. Yet now, somehow, miraculously, you are differently dear. Not more dear, or less...just different. I wish for you, my sweetest boy, the finest pleasures life has to offer: opera, jungle gyms, basketball and Renoir. I wish for rain puddles and belly laughs, warm and fuzzy slippers and wrinkled hands to hold you. I wish you song birds and cherry trees and the smell of your favorite cake in my oven. I have great plans for you, my little love-plans of camping and road trips and sleepovers where we read under the covers with flashlights. Come with me, my dearest angel-we'll dance in the moonlight and laugh at the wind. The world is ours. The memories start now.