For the past couple weeks Adam's started reminiscing a little bit.
'Member Baby Zane? He not at da school any more.
'Member dis book, Mama? We not reading it in a long time.
'Member swingin' Mama? Let's go swing.
And the clincher....
Hey Mom! 'Member the Cee-Vee-Eth? I need to go get a tweet!
I not had a tweet in a long time!
It tickles me just a little because he reminisces about things as if they happened long ago, when really it's been just a few days.
But I know the time will come when we will reminisce about things that really did happen long ago.
Years will have passed when suddenly I will remember my little boy on the swing, his blond hair blowing to and fro.
I'll think about those chubby cheeks upon which thousands of kisses were planted.
I'll think about holding his little hand as we walk into the CVS and head straight for the candy.
I'll relish the memory of holding him in my lap and reading those books.
So reminisce, my son.
And I'll pluck every word and put them in the pockets of my mind.
And visit them time and time again.
Year after year.
Forever and always.
I will remember when.