I was looking to pack away some winter things. It was evening and you were in your Tinker Bell night gown - ready for a story. Mom and I pulled out a clothes bin from under our bed.
BTW, your mother found lots of clothes and shoes she'd been looking for all winter. That's just her.
Anyway, the other had some baby clothes... some really clean sneaker (since we didn't let you get dirty), some pretty coats. All things that I could see you wearing. And when I saw you, you were at the appropriate age... I guess that it really hit me that you were not going to get younger or stay young, or be someone I can pick up and carry to school or to bed.
I went to your room to ask you to stop growing up. I was crying. You're so good when you see your daddy cry. I said, "Don't you want to stay my baby forever?" You said, "Do you want me to ask God for that?" I said that he's just not going to let that happen but we'd have fun along the way. You had the book you wanted to read in your hands. It was a book for a much younger kid with big pictures and few words. You still like those kinds. And you started to pretend to read from it... "Sometimes you're sad, and sometime you cry and sometimes you're happy..." Like I said, you know just what to do when your Dad is crying.
