Dear Alex, I saw you walking away from me today and this realization hit me hard: you're going to grow up one day.
Intellectually, I've always known that. Yet, you're my youngest and there is this probably natural parental feeling that the youngest will stay young. As you and Max get older and do more things, I'm reminded continuosly that this is but a stage of life.
Someday you're going to talk and go to school like your brother. And some day later you're going to perhaps go off to college, get a job and start a family of your own. I don't want you to stay this size. But I'll miss this you.
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