birthday boy

Today is April 27, which means I am now the mother to a two-year-old. "Time is fly", as a dear friend of mine once pointed out. Max is counting to ten and pronouncing the Swedish alphabet better then I. Learning to ride a bicycle and loving listening to music and dancing with me. Yesterday we were dancing around the living room, him bouncing in my arms singing a Swedish folk children's song, and the sorrow came up unbidden. Soon there would be a time when the last thing in the world that he would want will be to dance with me. So I need to get a lot of dancing in.

Happy Birthday, Max!