As I watch Buddy bloom before my eyes, I marvel at the boy he is now and anticipate the man he will become. I try hard to squeeze every drop of "normal" from the day, knowing that though the days are long, the years are short. Soon my little boy will be gone, replaced by a man, and all I will have of this time is memories.
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Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return. ~ Mary Jean Iron
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