Our day care provider sent me this picture of Griffin. She took it today at Rocket Park:
I love this picture. I love that I can see the back of his neck – the soft neck that I kiss every chance I get. I love the swirl of blond hair on the back of his head. I love that I can see him giggling. I love that he is in mid-run, heading for the slides or swings. I love that he does everything – including playing – with so much passion and gusto. I love that Spring is just around the corner, and then Summer, which means that this is only the first of many visits to the park. Most of all, though, I love him. I love everything that makes him Griffin – his sweet little face, the way he says “puppy,” how he dances when he hears music, the inflection in his voice as he tries to ask me “Where’d it go?,” the way he giggles when someone hands him a chocolate chip cookie. Little Baby Griffin is growing up, but will always be my baby.