We will still make miniature strawberry cupcakes for Valentine's Day. With sprinkles.
When you cry out in the night, "Momma, Momma, I want to sleep in you bed," I will carry you into my bedroom and tuck you in beside me with no sense of apprehension or guilt.
We will sleep in as late as we like and turn on the television in the bedroom whenever it suits us. Blue's Clues at five in the morning!
We will still watch at the window as the trash truck lumbers down our road on Wednesday mornings.
We will still play crashing derbies with your Matchbox cars.
We will still take weekly trips to the library to play with the Thomas trains and choose new books.
We will still surf YouTube for videos of tractors, combines, and monster trucks.
We will be just fine, my son, you and I.