After I read Ethan his story tonight, he said, "You sure are going to miss me when I'm not little any more."
We were both laying on our stomachs on my bed. He put his arm around me and patted me on the back. "But I'll always love you, Mommy."
"I'll always love you, too," I said.
Then, like a tiny grown-up, he said, "I'll always be here for you."
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