I recently happened across that image on my son at age 10, caught in the act of becoming. His eyes are so soft here, his contours so smooth, my tender boy. And that is the same beloved face, ten years later, more chiseled, harder, a man's face, still with the same power over my heart. I am so fascinated by the way faces evolve over the course of a lifetime, most intensely so with the faces I have known from the moment they first squinted against the light. Bear with me. I am a fond mother who simply misses her babies.