You took advantage of your favorite place little one, "ow-side" as you would say, and toppled over into the dirt, to be licked and nibbled on by your puppy friend. Your little nose is scraped right now, and while it didn't bother you once I had kissed away your tears, your little nose and forehead bare the marks.
You didn't mind Dad's buzzers at first, you didn't mind it until we held you steal. It was for your ears love, and so that your father could keep his fingers. He likes his fingers.
Your littlest aunt's begged for the hair to stay, they may have cried a little with you. I did too, little baby. You're growing up so fast, too fast for me. Once upon a time you fit into the crook of my arms, the puzzle piece I didn't know was missing. Once upon a time you were just a tiny thing, a little bit. You were all needs, now you're wants and love and laughter. I've enjoyed every moment thus far, sweet boy, even the one's you didn't seem to love.
Someday when you're grown and looking over the photographic diary of your life you'll catch the imperfections, the unfolded laundry on the couch, the smudge on your shirt, the unwashed dishes and unvacuumed floor. But for now, it's all joy. you laugh, you know you are loved. We make the best of everything with you, because you are the best of everything.
You make me wish for a perfect world, a world without sadness or sin or sickness. You make me wish I could bring all these things for you, that I could make a path so straight that you'll never fall. But you do and you will, because it's part of life, it's part of growing up. You're growing up, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
When I'm old and my memories are fading as fast as the setting sun, I'll still remember these moments, I'll still remember the curve of your smile and the twinkle of your eye. I'll still remember what it felt like to hold you in the curve of my body, to hear your laughter, and the way your fingers wrap around mine. I'll still remember your head against my arm, and the sweet soft baby kiss you give when you're tired enough to know that I need them.
When I'm old and I've forgotten the fashion of the nineties and the lyrics to my favorite song, remind me of all the important things. Remind me of winter mornings, with your one leg out of the covers because you can't sleep with covered feet. Remind me of spring afternoons in the grass. Remind me of the way you danced then, all knees and head bobs. Remind that after all these years, I've never felt closer to God, than when I've held you, knowing what it's like to love.
I love you, baby.