My son turned 7 today. I still kiss him on his cheek before bed and every time I do, it reminds me of when he was 3 months old, when he smelled like lilac, when he could only crease his eyes. My son. My now 7 year old who lowkey rolls his eyes when I bend down to tell him goodnight.
I tell him about the grandfather he never met all the time. If my son ever hugs me in an annoying fashion like that, 20 years from now? He’ll of had more years to do so than I had…and I’ll be blessed to be worthy of such “annoyances” tbh.
It’s cliche, sure…but time is a thief.