It will never be like the early days

 

I miss the little towheaded blonde who worshipped the ground I walked on.

Who chattered endlessly about his days at school and time with friends.

Who held our hand and gave us hugs.

Who crawled onto my lap for book time.

Who created the corniest of jokes and discovered the weirdest facts to share, who sang the theme to SpongeBob SquarePants and worshipped Scooby-Doo.

Who wanted to stay at the dinner table after finishing a meal.

But this young man right here? He's pretty damn awesome too, and we're so proud of him.

It will never be like the early days, but I'm so looking forward to the years to come.