I turned on some Jack Johnson and you walked over and grabbed my hand. You said *mom dance me*. It wasn't a question it was a demand. I twirled you around and you asked to be picked up. Tears came to my eyes when I thought about the day we'd be dance at your wedding. so i sqeezed you so tight hoping to stop that day from coming. hoping to stop you from growing up.
One day you'll be leading our dance but till then stay my baby boy.