I want to remember how you wanted to get on a plane and go to Ohio when we dropped your aunt off at the airport first thing in the morning.
I want to remember how you ran to ‘push the button’ that opens the doors at school.
I want to remember how you tripped and fell, skinning your knee, running to the rec center.
I want to remember how you dutifully paid attention during the first 3 minutes of swim class, then spent the remaining 27 doing whatever you wanted.
I want to remember how you read to me One Blue Fish during the drive home.
