Little
I wish I could bottle up the essence of who Kadon is right now and keep it in a safe place. Babies grow up so fast. They learn and change and discover every day. It makes me sad to think that the small things he does to make me laugh, smile, or make my heart burst out with love are passing moments. In 18 years I may not remember them. Thank God I’m a writer. Kadon didn’t learn to walk so much as he learned to run. He also runs without looking where he’s going. In fact, sometimes he runs while looking behind. I’m convinced he’s made of rubber, which is a good thing, considering how much he falls. He also has a habit of stepping on a toy and doing a slide and half backflip and landing on his back with his feet in the air. Most of the time he doesn’t even cry. He just lets out an offended sounded roar, sometimes stomps on the guilty toy, and heads off to his next adventure/mishap. I can’t help but think if that was me and I slipped and landed like that, I would be lying