Dylan,
I always make you hold my hand through the parking lot when I take you to school. This morning you continued holding my hand, humming yourself a tune -- the quintessence of innocent childhood bliss -- all the way to the classroom.
I appreciate that you are still at a place in life that I can get a hug, in full view of whomever, every single day when I drop you off. I'll miss that when it's no longer so normal and natural a thing for you to do.
Dad
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