Oliver.

He doesn't require attention, doting, or special treatment.
He isn't spoiled, and he never feels entitled to something that he did not earn.
He rides the train, eats brown bag lunches, and saves his allowance.
He clocks in at work at 6am and gets home from school at 11pm.
He doesn't notice if the apartment is messy.
He doesn't care if my meatloaf tastes like ketchup and breadcrumbs.
He thinks I am pretty without makeup.
He is happy.
He works hard and plays hard.
He is my Ozzy.

...sometimes he goes a bit unnoticed by others, but I always notice him and I am grateful for him.


Photo courtesy of Brad.