KatelynMarie
Today I witnessed my son growing. I witnessed his smile, his laugh, his every movement as we played and interacted all day. He amazes me and I want to witness his every moment as he grows into his own person, so that I may remember my small boy and smile.
When people ask me if I am the daughter who is the basketball player I feel like the hapless sister. "No, I'm just the ordinary one you never hear about."
Some days I wish I could go back to my days of being juvenile. Living life day-to-day with my only responsibilities being to myself. I would relish the moment rather then wish every one away to a life full of responsibilities and commitments.
Often late at night when I am overtired and beyond thinking reasonably I begin to talk much nonsense. I would be better off simply going to bed and being better prepared for the new day coming, opposed to stirring over the many now behind me.
My puppy will always be my puppy... even when he grows old and no longer chews everything in sight. He has stolen a piece of my heart and will forever carry it with him. He makes me smile when I am sad, makes walking into my home an exciting event, makes my son smile from ear to ear, and fills our home with love.
He carefully removes his bowtie, considering the day now long behind him. When did he become so old, so frail. He longs for the days when he would remove his bowtie during the wee hours of the morning, relishing his conquests from the night, the friends, the laughs, the women. Gone are those days.