I want to remember when she sees me she yells my name out with such excitement like she hasn’t seen me in months. I love it even more when she yells it when she just saw me in the other room.
I want to remember when I pull out my camera that she instantly lunges at me so she can see the image on the back. She moves so fast I usually dont even have a chance to take a picture.
I want to remember her sitting at her little blue table in the kitchen and her love of crayons. I want to remember that she looks right at you with the crayon near the wall. Just close enough that she is about to write on the wall. With that naughty grin on her face.
I want to remember her love for Dora and Back Pack.
I want to remember how she runs around the house yelling “Dorya Dorya Dorya” and “BACKPACKBACKPACKBACKPACK” over and over again.
I want to remember how she carries around a tiny plastic Dora. How she takes her to bed with her and sleeps with her gripped in her little hands.
I want to remember her Dora obsession. I want to remember it because it is such a short period of time.
I just don’t want to forget it.
