"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love."
-bob dylan
My baby boy turns two tomorrow.
Today I wish he wouldn't change one bit, not grow another inch, not say another word. I wish he would always use that voice, the way he says "Peas" instead of "Please". Always nod and look at me with those great big eyes and solemnly whisper "Kay" when I've told him not to do something he shouldn't. I wish he would always think his big sister was the most super incredible kid who can do anything in the world. Always, always hug the way he does, when it lasts forever. I wish he would always snuggle up to me at bedtime and slowly run his hands up and down my arm till he falls asleep. I wish he would keep that laugh, that hilarious giggle, and always play that game he plays when he's the Char-Monster.
Oh they grow, and grow. And their mothers are always in two places, desperately trying to hold on forever and forever pushing them forward, into their future.
Happy Birthday baby boy. Your Mommy and Daddy love you so, so much.
