12.15.2009

Me too, Son

"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:

Anonymous said...

Oh my how I love the sparkle in those beautiful brown eyes.
Love you
G-MA