please never grow up.
stay one year, and 11 months old forever.
i'd pick YOU over any saturday night, or any weekend getaway.
it seems like every time we have our dance parties in my sister's (aka your mom and dads) living room, it somehow ends up that someone wants to snuggle (YOU) and someone will never ever say no to bundling you up in her arms (ME).
and no matter what, of course you drift off into the cutest toddler slumber, and i pass out, both of us tucked into the corner of that big beige couch. me, myself, and i, needing to catch up on my hours of sleep that i wasted away watching movies with friends, or going to 80's night in SLC. you.. needing to recover from bear crawling up the stairs five too many times, and jumping up on the railing that divides the kitchen from the family room and swinging back and forth like tarzan.
hearing you yell "jin!" and making me feel like a young asian hipster who loves hello kitty, because you can't say "keng" just quite yet. putting on your wanna be ray ban sunglasses from baby gap, finding "party rock anthem" by LMFAO on my iphone and dancing like the true thug that you are.
i love you little mason.
please don't grow another inch.
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