He runs down the hallway, even though I’ve told him repeatedly not to.

He has a midnight blue, star spangled cape on.

 Homemade, nothing special.

It billows behind him as he swooshes into the kitchen.

“Mu – um! I am a super hero and I am going to save you”  he announces loudly, for he is all boy and they only seem to do loud or louder, especially within the confines of the house.

“Oh really,” I respond “and how are you going to do that ?”

I squat down next to him, this little man of mine.

His eyes are large and blue and shiny, with rough and tumble excitement dancing within.

“With my rescue hugs” he proclaims and wraps his warm, pudgy arms around my neck.

I’m not sure if he is able to but I think my heart can certainly fly and, in an instant, it’s soaring.

My little super man.

He can rescue me any day.