He used to have curly hair. What happened? I miss it…
When you read mother’s expressions of regret or wishful thinking about time not passing by too fast, it's all true.
Today it wasn’t only his pants who no longer fit anymore, but it was the talk about wanting to be friends with Ella (his little girl-friend) because he is “too young to marry”- good boy! Did I mention I caught those two once playing doctor? And that she actually had put a baby doll inside her shirt, which later, after he used his tool to examine her ear, “came out of her belly and was finally born?”
I miss his curly hair but I think deep inside I really miss the “baby” he used to be. I pray I can always remember to make every little moment with him count. I don’t want to live a life of regrets because I sat still when time didn’t.