ObservationYou’re evolving, like ‘monkeys’ in painted vines. Watching you unfurl has been my truest wealth, each phase bittersweet. No more slumbering warmth on my chest, no precious mispronounced words. Soon, the days of idolizing your 'best friend' will soften. The heft of you in my arms, the fierce hugs, the whispered "Daddy, I love you" will fade.‘Blue is for sad,’ a child’s truth. Your vibrant eyes perceive magic - ‘silly masks’, ‘alive trees’. Let your imagination soar, my Aspen, evolve wildly, beautifully. Dad.0.1639%
