William you are beginning to push yourself away from us. You’re slowly reaching for things out of your grasp and making progress at attaining what was once too far away. I’m excited and scared of this.
You’re slowly dragging yourself across the floor and grabbing the table trying to pull yourself closer to objects you’re not supposed to play with. What has happened to my little guy content with sitting in our arms and only playing with what we gave you?
I know it’s inevitable and you’ll continue to grow. I’m ready to run around the yard with you and play games in the park, but could you hold off just a little longer so I can enjoy as much of this time we have right now?
Before I know it you’ll be driving one of those cars instead of pushing it around your room. I know you have places to go and things to see and you’re doing nothing but growing. I just want you to know you’ll always be my little buddy no matter how big you are or how far you go.