One day, my son will wake up and find himself floating in water. His bed, his devices, his empty pepsi cup, his stress ball, his cats — perched on the footboard, waiting to see what happens next, as cats always do — floating. The water will rise and cover him. But he won’t be afraid and he won’t hurt. Because he will know that he’s drowning in my love for him.

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