On Monday, I had the day off. We went for an early morning run, you saying "woah, this fun" every time we hit a bump. We stopped for a shared breakfast, a run across the town green, a climb on the playground. I tucked you in for a nap with Buzz. Watched you sleep for a little while after you'd drifted off.
I would like to keep you at 21 months for just a few extra minutes, just to hear you say "Mommy" in that milky-sweet voice. Just to see you run around in your footie pajamas a little bit longer.