I realized today that I take my son for granted.
I hardly pause to consider how he's gone from Rolly Polie to Rather Pointy.
He picks out his own clothes and he helps me make dinner and he waxes poetic about the snails outside of his school.
He goes to school.
He loves apple sauce.
He knows how to spell his name and call his grandma.
He can't quite figure out peddling his bike.
His outfit of choice is jamma pants under shorts.
When he's trying to remember something he says, "I'm trying to know it."
I have to keep the heat turned up because he insists on sleeping on top of the covers.
He has four different tea sets.
Yesterday he was tiny.
Tomorrow he will continue to grow.
Squeeze your babies.
$13,000 has been donated in Maddie's name.
It's not enough.
Rest in peace Madeline Alice Spohr