Still life with stilts.

It wasn’t just fun because you were a wobbly Bambi child while trying to walk on stilts, grasping me for dear life… clinging to me while we both laughed so hard from our bellies… cracking up as you’re falling forward right into my arms, hugging me tight, maybe longer and tighter than you needed to… it was a moment I won’t forget because every day that passes I expect I am getting closer to the day you won’t want to be seen holding your mom tight in public.

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