What I Love about You

Oh, Eli. My baby boy.

If I could box up all of your cuteness right now, at age five,

I would.

There is so much that I love about Five-Year-Old You.

Like the way you pay such close attention to detail
and your love of all things creative.

Your endless imagination often keeps me busy with projects 

when they pop into your head.

During the summer, you wanted to be Mario.

Every single day, you put on the clothes and asked me to draw 

a mustache above your lip.

I love how excited you got about each one of your soccer games.

You got in there and played hard and LOVED it!

Hey, Eli! Yeah, you.

Please stay five forever. OK?
Thanks.

Love you, sweet boy.