Your clothes are in the bathroom and your toothbrush is ready to go. I almost always manage to look up as you make the walk from your bedroom closet to the bathroom in your Angry Birds underwear. You're getting so tall and yet, when you lay on the couch, your body still manages to curl up onto one cushion.
You don't always catch me but I usually stand next to the kitchen island and watch as you put on your shoes and tie them, all while having an entire conversation with yourself. I thought I could crack myself up but really it's you who does it so well. You're the funniest person I know.
When it's time to leave for school we gather at the door as you reach for the keys and lock the door behind us. Today you put the keys in your pocket after because you wanted to unlock the car too. Pretty soon it'll be you driving me.
We pull up to your school and park next to the secret path that leads to the school yard. Before we collect your backpack and lunchbox you mention to me that we should probably listen to Taylor Swift more often. Her songs are pretty good. You make me smile.
You hug me and give kisses and skip off to the secret path. I lean on the fence watching you pick up speed to get to the end so you can climb the stairs and get started with your day. You're always wondering what's for breakfast when we arrive. Once you reach the end of the path you turn to face me to wave goodbye.
He calls me his favorite love.
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When mental illness pulls you down to the ground and wants to choke the life out of you, you've got to attempt to remember what's worth gasping for.