(You had an absolutely amazing birthday party, Little Man. You and Rosie are amazing hosts, and I look so forward to seeing what you'll do next year! You really pulled off the theme brilliantly. Truly, it was a beautifully orchestrated event. Bravo...
You loved your friends, you loved your presents, you loved your party, and none of it has made you stop talking about and asking for your birthday party. Stinker.
Mister, we were in bed snuggling and I asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. You said a painter...and then you said "Mommy, I'm small, right?" I said, "well, you're smaller than you will be!" You said "Mommy, I don't want to grow bigger. I don't want to get bigger because I'll get bigger and bigger and then I'll pop! And you'll turn into a lion!" I can only imagine that that means that my fear that seeing the Lion King is founded...and that you do now have some inkling of mortality...and my heart is absolutely broken for you and for your fear...and for the fact that YOUR fear is founded. You're just the sweetest, and I promise I'm going to do all that I can to stave off becoming a lion for as long as I can. I don't want to miss one second more of your life than I absolutely have to! Or mine. I kinda love our life...
Sorry that that was a bummer...)
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