Eating bowls full of ice-cream, mounds of whip cream and little rainbow jimmies.
Watching Barney and all kinds of sing along tapes until our voices are gone.
Running as fast as
I can to make him laugh.
Watching while he sits in the wagon behind me screaming “Wee Wee!”
Getting in trouble for putting flowers in his hair.
Spoiling was always a big thing in our house, whenever he was there that was the
person we gave everything to.
All of us fighting over who gets to hold him first, who gets to feed him first, and
even who gets to change his diaper first. (That’s pretty weird!)
His birthday comes and now he’s a big boy. He can even say how old he is.
Blaine, how old are you buddy? “TWO!” he replies.
That’s when I think to myself, “Gee he’s really growing up fast”
Why do you have to leave.
I want you to stay.
I will miss you.
I
Love
You
Blaine
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