I took a picture of Crocodile to send to the caseworker just to document a bump on his head he got at daycare.
He looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear. I looked back at it, and it is just perfect. It captures his energy, his joy, his little heart full of love. It is classic 3-year-old boy, and yet totally uniquely him at the same time. I want to share it with the world. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to scream that this is my kid.
And I want to hide from the world when I think of goodbye.
It will probably be the cover of his book when he leaves.
Sometimes when the pictures are so good, they immediately hurt.