Tuesday, March 03, 2015
You are growing up so much. Stop! I want you little and spunky and fun and dear forever. I want you to fit perfectly at your high chair and ask for "ogyurt" in the mornings. I want you to want me (and only me, per your insistence) to take you to the bathroom, dress you, feed you, buckle you in your car seat, and put you to bed. I want you to always fit in your little shoes and little dresses.
I want to always paint your little fingers and toes.
I want you to always to be my little best friend.
Pretty much I just want you to always be little.
I love you so much sweetheart.