Because when I have a 100 pages more to read.. and I’m so tired…I remember you “marking your territory” and you make me laugh instead of cry.
Because when class is excruciatingly endless, and I feel myself glazing over…. I remember walking you around the living room and each of the thirty times, you stretched you head to look wide-eyed in amazement at the sofa…lamp… sofa…lamp… it doesn’t cease to amaze you does it?
Because when I feel overwhelmed at all there is to do. second guess choices I’ve made… debate my purpose in life… ponder the meaning of it all… panic about the future… In between that… between studying, cleaning, or dashing to and from class, I remember you. Your peaceful sleep, your wide eyed wonder.
Little nephew, who knew someone so little, I could love so much?