“Please stay a child somewhere in your heart.”
“Snap her up in a butterfly net; pin her down on a photograph album.”
Please stop growing up. Stop looking like Tater on a 48-month delay.
Or at least cling to your exuberance. And let days we get to hang out together be full of silliness and laughter. Please. This little boy that you are is so much to love. I looked at these pictures today and saw glimpses of you growing up.
Then I found these others and knew we still had a few little boy days left. It’s good that you’re here. We so need you in our lives.