there are probably 3 people (and that is stretching it...) that read this. one of you already knows this story, so this is for the other two. :)
mason, as you know, has turned me into a MUSH ball. i am in car, on my way home, and stopped at a stoplight. there is this little old man, sloooooooooooooowly crossing the street. hobbling. adorable. so adorable.
i'm watching him cross the street, with his little cane.
and the tears start coming, and keep coming.
all i can think, is that cute old man, the one with the cane, was someone's baby. someone cooed at him, burped him, helped him walk....
and mason will (God willing) be that old some day... sauntering across the street.
*sigh*
can't he stay a baby forever? i'll take the sleep interruptions if he will just stay as he is.
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