I don’t want to forget the toy cars all over the house or the 537 stuffed animals snuggled in your bed.

I don’t want to forget your jokes without a punchline or the way you do the same thing over and over once you realize it offsets my belly laugh.

I don’t want to forget the way you can play Legos for hours at the kitchen table, asking for snack all hours of the day.

I don’t want to forget how you light up when you learn something new or realize you really can conquer your fears.

I don’t want to forget the way you follow your daddy around with a tool box when he’s working on projects around the house.

I don’t want to forget the way you squeeze my leg and kiss me goodbye when we drop you off for Sunday School.

I don’t want to forget the way you love to help and say “mom, what can I do?” as I get everything tidied up before your nightly bath.

I don’t want to forget the way you pray and add in “subtle” requests for things you want.

I don’t want to forget the way you hold your sister’s hand and ask her to come play with you at 6:30 AM.

I don’t want to forget all of the little things that make you, YOU.

I don’t want to forget all of the little things you do that make my world go round.

I know I will never forget this season — these little moments are etched into my heart and mind forever.

No matter how tall you grow, you’ll always be my baby.

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