and oh, how time whisks by. when did the slope of your cheek lose that baby fullness? when did the lolloping cease, replaced by this deliberate gait, shoulders thrown back to an angle of coolness?
i'd like to freeze you just here, but then i'd miss out on the person you're becoming. so instead i'll live in gratitude of the chance to bear witness to every small change that marks the way.
live tall, sweet boy. dream big.
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