The ones who are meant to leave us too soon certainly seem to shine a little brighter than the rest of us while they're here.
Hey there, big guy. Long time, no talk. I don't mean to sound disrespectful, but I've been covering for you quite a bit here in my adult life, and frankly, it's getting old.
Every single thing she learns is our last first. She gave us our last first little toothless grin, and our last first tiny baby cackle. When she took her first steps, I pushed her down because I wasn't ready. I'm kidding, I didn't have to push her. She has two older siblings.
I saw an article the other day titled something like, "How you know you have a spirited child". I laughed out loud and kept scrolling. Let me tell you how I know I have a "spirited" child.
The boy needs a haircut desperately, but I'm worried cutting it off will make him look ten. I swear last week I was zipping a big puffy coat onto his tiny little body, getting a kiss I didn't have to beg for before he toddled away, wider than he was tall.