Imperfectly Nice

Can I hold you?

There are things you don’t say any more at two and a half, like hydeco, which was your word for motorcycle for some inexplicable reason. It makes me a little sad because seeing you point with chubby little fingers and hearing you scream, “hydeco!” every time you heard the bapbapbap of a motorcycle engine made me happy. But there are new things every day to make me smile. My favorites are, “Mommy, can I hold you?” when you want me to pick you up, and, “Mommy, I want you. Can I have you?” The answers to both of these questions, by the way, is yes. Always and forever, yes. I just hope you keep asking for a very long time, my sweet man.

Vaught in the bay


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