I’ll remember this when he’s a surly teenager

The other evening, as I moved around the kitchen, Matthew was my little shadow.  Everywhere I went, he went.  “I’m following you,” he told me happily.

“Yes, you are following me,” I said.  “Why are you following me?”

“Because I want to be by your side.”

Click went the tape recorder of my memory.  Some things are too important to forget.

 

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