"Mama, how old am I going to be on my birthday?"
"Four years old, son. And I am so sad."
"Why, Mama?"
"Because, you are growing up so fast and I just want you to stay little."
Silence...
"Oh, Mama! I don't want to turn four. I don't want to get bigger."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to be your baby and need you forever."
Me too, son. I want that more than you'll ever know.
1 comment:
Oh my how I love the sparkle in those beautiful brown eyes.
Love you
G-MA
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