dreams done come true/dreams are for the sleeping

i do. of course i do. i wish i knew what Max dreams. he is 2. he is anxious. who wouldn't be? but he's never afraid. magick is afoot and we built it. we are building on it. we are adding. Max's big toenail is curly like a cashew. his teeth are a child-size string of pearls. his eyes are chocolate. when he runs he goes as much up and down as he goes forward. he has the best Dad. he navigates the twin weather-vanes of Max and i as we spin like tops everyday. just another perfect nuclear family :)