I feel like you are slipping through my fingers. You are growing and changing so much, so fast, I feel like I am losing it. I don’t want to forget this time, but I am already forgetting. These days are so precious, I don’t want to lose them. You are at such a wonderful age. Yes, there are moments where you are a terror, but the precious times far outweigh the moments of hair pulling.
I don’t want to forget how you laugh – that crazy force yourself to laugh belly laugh, or how you hold my hand because I am “your buddy”, how you say “peek” for keep or “breskis” for breakfast, “cap cap” for backpack, “lellow” for yellow. I don’t want to forget how your little thumb feels – all dry and pruny from being sucked so much. I want to remember how your little arms feel around my neck when we hug, the way you smell after a bath, the twinkle in your eye when we stop for ice cream, the sweet sounds of your breathing while you sleep.
These days are slipping away, so much, so fast I cannot keep up.