My little man is 5 today. Last night I had trouble letting him go to bed because I kept thinking, these are the last 4 year old hugs I will get from him.
Here’s how our final conversation went:
Me: “I don’t want to let go. You are getting older and older and one day you won’t want to hold my hand or have so many hugs.”
C: “Let’s make a deal. I will always give you lots of hugs and hold your hand.”
Aw, little man, sometimes I wish that were so…
Gretchen Rubin was right, “The days are long, but the years are short.”
xo little man. Mama will love you forever and forever.