Getting bigger. Imaginations go broader. Wilder. You tend to go where the wild things are more often than not. I wonder if it's normal for a mom like me to have you make me crazy days more after you turned eight which was only three months back. Can it be more crazier?
When you get older and think of mommy, I don't want you to remember my you are grounded face and go to your room face. Please remember that what matters are my I'm sorry hugs and my hugs when you're happy and our normal day hugs. Remember my kisses when you're upset and my kisses as you wake up in the morning wether your dream was good or bad that night. What matters for me is your I love you mommy after a fight and I love you mommy after I served hotdogs and sunny scrambled eggs in the morning. And your I love you mommy at random times of the day for no reason.
Just like the books that we read, I love you everyday. I love you forever.