You squeeze me tight and say, “Don’t let me float away.”

“Never,” I reply.  “You’re my baby now and for always.”

I realize it’s the wind that you’re worried about

“These are really big gusts,” you snuggle up and shout.

Your 3 year old self is convinced it will happen

You just know you’ll drift away unless you take action.

So you scamper up my leg and to my neck you cling

“Momma, hold me tight,” I hear you begging.

My world stops spinning and I will myself to remember

This moment with you, I will treasure it forever.

Your words, your embrace, your weight in my arms

Your smile, your giggle, your little boy charms.

You won’t fly away now, but one day you will

You’ll have lots of adventures with the dreams that you fill.

And when you’re soaring in the sky, I will remember this day

When the wind whipped and you worried you might float away.

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