damn that Rascal Flatts song.
and damn the kindegarten graduation playing a slideshow to that song.
slideshows get me everytime.
iTunes played the song about 10 minutes ago...its been 3 months.
but its still fresh.
the tears pour down my face.
the lump...its in my throat.
he is growing up.
and he's amazing.
and oh so smart.
he loves the disney channel, skateboarding, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers
he would rather have a vintage godzilla lunchbox from ebay
than a brand new one from target.
he is always drawing, doodling, writing.
he loves high school musical and is not ashamed to admit it.
corbin bleu is his hero.
he is a leader, not a follower.
do i nag him too much?
or am i helping him to be a good, honest, decent human being?
all the pictures...
saving the clothes that i can't bear to give away..
and saving every single piece of paper he draws on,
won't stop him from growing up.
and the reality of that rips my heart out.
i must embrace evolution.
i called him in my room...
and hugged him.
and played with the little springs on his head,
and told him what he means to me.
and he probably thinks im insane,
but i don't care.
i did it for me.