I Never Want to Forget

In honor of my second born turning 5 a few weeks ago…

I never want to forget the gap that falls between your two front teeth and the way your tongue fiddles with the space when you look up at me with those charming brown eyes.

I never want to forget the way you dance when you think I’m not watching or the way you sound out your words when you think I’m not listening.

I never want to forget the way your eyes grow as your raise your eyebrows and bite your bottom lip when you’ve been caught mid mishap.

I never want to forget the way you try to negotiate by explaining that one is ‘practically none’ and that one minute is ‘practically forever.’

I never want to forget the boobie traps and dirty faces, the science experiments and magic potions, the rock collections, the poop jokes or the day you tried to clone yourself with your own DNA so you could go to school and stay home simultaneously.

So before time and age strips me of my five year old I want to remember that there was a day that I was the one you picked flowers for.  I want to remember that there was a time when it was my bed you crawled into when you couldn’t sleep, my arms you reached for when you were hurt and my hands you held when you were too scared to go alone.

I want to remember that on this day, when you were five and I was me; I was enough and it was all you needed.

 

 

 

In honor of my second born turning 5 a few weeks ago…

I never want to forget the gap that falls between your two front teeth and the way your tongue fiddles with the space when you look up at me with those charming brown eyes.

I never want to forget the way you dance when you think I’m not watching or the way you sound out your words when you think I’m not listening.

I never want to forget the way your eyes grow as your raise your eyebrows and bite your bottom lip when you’ve been caught mid mishap.

I never want to forget the way you try to negotiate by explaining that one is ‘practically none’ and that one minute is ‘practically forever.’

I never want to forget the boobie traps and dirty faces, the science experiments and magic potions, the rock collections, the poop jokes or the day you tried to clone yourself with your own DNA so you could go to school and stay home simultaneously.

So before time and age strips me of my five year old I want to remember that there was a day that I was the one you picked flowers for.  I want to remember that there was a time when it was my bed you crawled into when you couldn’t sleep, my arms you reached for when you were hurt and my hands you held when you were too scared to go alone.

I want to remember that on this day, when you were five and I was me; I was enough and it was all you needed.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Laine says:

    Beautiful 💕💕

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