Slow down, please.
Its going too fast.
How are you nine? NINE. I see the teenager poking through, whether its begging for an iPod for your birthday, dancing to Taylor Swift in your room or giving me “the look”.
But you still love stuffed animals. You still snuggle up to me when we watch a movie. You still play on the tire swing. You still hold my hand.
You still hugged Big Bird. Even when your sister wouldn’t. And when “big kids” were around. I love that.
Slow down… just a little. Don’t grow up too fast. I’m not ready to lose you.