The last time

As we stroll down the driveway to get the mail, as we chat about baseball he takes my hand. And I wonder if this will be the last time. I savor the feel of his not so little hand in mine. He wants so much to be big and grown up. The are so many things that are happening with him for the last time and I don't even realize it. You can't plan for these things, they just happen. I see his mind and body changing and sometimes I see small glimpses of the man he will be and it makes me give his hand a little squeeze. He looks up at me and gives me that smile. The one I know is reserved just for me. I try hard to imprint this moment in my mind for times when today is just a memory.