Once I lifted you above my shoulders to see the fireworks in the sky. I think of those times when you had wonderment in your eyes. Those years ago when you believed the mouse was real , you think imagination dies when you get older.
Imagination doesn't die you just have to work harder at your dreams , you can be anything you want to be. You are nearly as tall as me now, though we quibble with you thinking you are as tall as me now. You have worries, panics and all of life's situations can be overwhelming but no matter how old you get. I'll always put you on my shoulders even if just your worries of life ...there's never an end to being a parent or a child.