In Will's eyes, I'm hilarious.
Stream-carrots-out-the-side-of-his-mouth-kind-of-funny.
His deep little boy chortles, shaking Jabba-the-Hut-like chin folds, drown out the day.
Smiling into his sparkling blue eyes, I lose myself.
I'm head over heels in love with a boy.
A boy who thinks his mom is hilarious.
“All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.” - Ernest Hemingway
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