Dear Son: Will You Please Stay 5 Forever?

Last night, we cuddled under your dream tent and read Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site. As I read you squeezed my arm and said, “I love you, Mama” with your double-dimpled smile. “I love you, too, Will. I want you to stay this age forever.” “But I won’t,” you said so matter-of-factly. …

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