I will cup your tiny precious face in my hands and look you in the eyes when you tell me:
— about the butterfly that landed in your kiddie pool
— that you really want a bike for your birthday
— about the funny joke your brother told
— that you wish the world were made of ice cream
— about how cute the baby was when he giggled
— that you want me to bake some cupcakes for breakfast
Because you will never be as small or as sweet as you are right now. Not in a day, not in a month, not in a year. Not ever.
Because today is not forever. Thank God.
Because one day you will grow up and stop tugging at my sleeve. Please don’t.