A cherub came home.
He was plump and a little wrinkly as I carried him past the threshold.
For some time his cheeks so pinchable, arms squishable and when he laughed his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly.
Fast forward a decade just after I picked him up at the airport from his first summer trip. His 5’1″ frame strutted into his home and shocked his mom for a moment. He’s now taller than some adults. Traded the wrinkles for long lean legs and arms.
His sweetness remains.
He has not but one care.
The cherub is gone and
morphing to debonair.