Sunshine and scribbles

While Danny boy was sleeping this morning, I was busy straightening up the house, emptying the dishwasher, sweeping the floor and trying to find time to squeeze in a shower when you kept begging me to "hocka" you. And after I had put you off for a while, I stopped. And you found my arms.

You keep growing. And it's marked. Your hands are bigger and you've grown out of your shoes and jeans. And I keep thinking about the day when you'll think you're too old to be held by your mommy. I think when that day comes it might break my heart.

But for now you aren't too old. And I'm still the one you want. Let's keep it this way forever.