Oh, Mas. We love you so. You have been an uber-challenge lately and utterly delightful at the same time.
You have taken on the size-changing quality of Momo. Put Momo next to a chihuahua and she looks like a giant; put her next to a great dane and she looks like a chihuahua. You look like the biggest boy when you're next to the little ones at school, but you look so small next to the neighborhood 8-year-olds. We took the picture on the left because you suddenly turned 89 instead of 3. You wanted the window open to watch the kids on the street below and pulled your rocking chair up and requested a blanket for your lap. Note that the jacket on the back of your rocking chair is corduroy and has elbow patches. Awesome.
We love you for your big heart, your sharing, your love of music, and your FAQs. "How are you? How was your day? How is [this friend-of-yours-of-the-day] doing today? What are you doing? Who was at work today? Oh, how are they?" You're very tuned into people. You spread love at school and at home.
I know that, in time, I will have blocked out the times when I was convinced that an exorcism was needed, but we will always remember what a wonderful, special, polite, funny, loving, and musical boy you are. We can't wait to see the man you become.
No comments:
Post a Comment