Love the boy who... is happy

Love the boy who is happy.  The boy who is grateful that you are the one in his arms at the end of the night.  The boy who stands at the bottom of the driveway with his arms wrapped around you as you wave goodbye to his parents after a wonderful evening.  Steaks and sausages and stories of days long gone.  The excitement in his father as he gives voice to the memories made in Melbourne – guitars and dancing.  Flamenco radiating through every uttered word.  The sparkle in his mothers eyes as she watches her husband – transporting them both back to those small stages and magical moments – a bond so deep it still permeates through them after all these years.  Energy so grounded that it fills  the two of you up well after they drive away.  And when you turn in his arms and smile – your heart in his hands – and ask if you can keep him – love him for telling you that he has a ‘no return policy’.  Love the boy that agrees to keep the two of you.  The us.  The boy who is grateful that you are the one in his arms at the end of the night.  Love the boy who is happy.