When you’re older, I hope I remember…

Your gorgeous 2-year-old smile.

The way you scream when you run.

You’re running off with my body butter.

You’re banging on the door in the morning to start your day.

You’re throwing the dolly out of your pushchair before you run around with it, crashing into walls.

How you sit in front of the washing machine watching it go round and round.

When you hide from yourself in the mirror and then say “boo.”

Running away from us when you need your bum changed.

The joy you show when sitting in a ball pit.

Splashing in the swimming pool.

Getting annoyed that books come to an end.

Dragging your toy dog across the floor.

Running at me and your Daddy for cuddles.

I wish I could take a snapshot of all these precious and amazing moments, and all the ones to come. You are my everything, my one and only son.