“Have fun.”
His face softened and he smiled and I smiled back. Then he walked away and I got in the car.
In the rearview mirror, I watched my son walk off with his friends. Laughing, having fun, being kids.
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It was my little boy. The same one who took his first steps outside the bakery.
The one who’s little footsteps on the hardwood would wake me up before he climbed on my bed.
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The days fly by. It just goes so damn quick.
I’ve loved every age. I’ve loved all of it... but, boy, I’d love to just slow it all down sometimes. Freeze it up and stop time.
Too fast. It’s going too fast.
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