When you’re not around, I think about you. Randomly. You pop up in my thoughts.
I was thinking the other day if you had this much character a year ago. I guess you did but in smaller bites?
These days, the bites are getting chunkier (and I don’t mean because of your dinosaur teeth). You’ll ‘bite’ into anything – you’ll try whatever is happening du jour.
Can it be sat on? Can it be sat in? Can it be carried? Can it be dragged up the top of the couch and thrown? Can it be climbed? Can it make siblings cry? Can it make mom and dad laugh?
Chances are, yes. Always. Because whatever you want to happen, you make happen.
You’ll get what’s yours, and then some. Your eyes, man. You’re going to have to reign in those eyes. Or not… your eyes are your magic.
And your magic makes us crack a smile when you know you’ve got us cornered. You have a sense for reading people. For turning it for your benefit.
It’s a life skill you’ll have to hone and develop. It could be huge.
I love your magic. Hold on to your magic.