Son: Can I have a snack?
Mom: Didn’t you have a snack in aftercare?
Son: It was peanut butter. I told you, I want to be allergic to peanut butter.
Son: It dries up my mouth
And i came face to face with you again. And i watched you walk with such purpose and anaware of your surroundings; leaving dents and cracks filled with memories. And I stood there looking at you, wanting to leave; but you’re like a magnet. I staid for just a little longer, and then I missed you.
6 years ago the brightest light shone for the first time in our lives. Lior, you are a breath of fresh air, a reminder of simplicity and the obvious. You are beautiful innocence and the sweetest, funniest little guy. I am honored to be part of you, and proud that you are part of me. Happy birthday Coco. I love you no number 😉