Today’s mass began with the congregation outside the church. By the time I reached my pew, somebody was in my spot — separating me from my young boy-friend.
It’s been a few weeks since we’ve seen eachother. In this short time, I can see that he’s grown some. No longer does he hold tightly to his mother’s leg. In fact, he actually wanders away on occaision.
Throughout the service I did my thing and he did his. Every now and again, one of us glanced over at the other to exchange a smile.
Timing is everything, and now is not the time for me and this young lad. Now is a time for him to learn and grow… and play.
I must admit that I’m enjoying watching him from afar and hearing of his little adventures almost as much as our little exchanges.