Time moves slowest here on earth If we lived on a mountain top or in the cabin of an airplane perpetually floating through oblivion this day would have come and gone - maybe weeks ago. But as it is, 10 years have now passed since the day I walked into the hospital circle doors, looked up at the bricks and the windows reflecting sun, and little did I realize She would go in and would not come out. It's a warning I issue to every new mother not in a spirit of foreboding but one of birth and rebirth and rebirth this neverending cycle of what life is and can be the lesson - so valuable - which you often teach me. Your heart is deep and cavernous so much that I never knew how cold or closed off mine could be and your capacity to see new possibilities endless I find myself always learning something new. You've sharpened a sense of sarcasm you were born with it but now it seems smarter - it surprises me often and leaves me wondering how can you be so wise, so soon? If the me then could see the us now, what would she think not of the ways this road has traveled not of how it has twisty-turned and over-corrected not of the broken headlight but of the wonder of this journey? Sweet Russell Clark, namesake of bravery and sorrow image of your ancestors trail blazer with open heart you have so much color to give the world and I can only witness you in Joy. There is no thing you will be Capable of pausing my love of you Capable of distancing you from the Lord Capable of deterring your true destiny - MIGHTY! Capable of starting what was begun a decade ago Thank you for being my boy.