fleeting

I find myself holding onto your babyhood as much as I can these days because I feel it disappearing fast. Days where toilet paper gets strewn all over the house, muddy footprints decorate the walls, little hands full with the many ‘gold’ treasures you dig up in the yard. My favorite are the bouquets of weeds ‘just for Mommy’. It’s like being in a sweet sweet dream and never wanting to wake.