my littlest guy just made six.
he's a sensitive soul, this one. he still craves cuddles and kisses, and he's got this infectious giggle that starts in his belly and bubbles up like the trevi fountain.
in less than a week, he'll trek off to kindergarten, and my prayers for him generally play out in this order:
1. please, God, keep him safe
2. remind him to heed his teacher
3. preserve his innocence, this little-boy-ness i so cherish
ps: also, this thing we have going, where he doesn't think twice about clasping my hand as we cross a noisy street? please keep it alive just a bit longer.
happy birthday, my sweet boy.
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