ad astra per aspera

I want to remember when he tells me he’s going to be a “whole hand” when he tells me his dreams of playing with pig pants or his friend in the Meadowlarks, Riley.  Or when he tells me he wants to study tigers/drive monster trucks/parachute from the sky or when he wakes up and tells me with a sleepy voice and eyes “I love you.”
That he wants to learn everything about the whole world. I want to remember the fleeting feeling of his curiosity expressed, his joy and love during the rush of our lives.  I want to bottle it up so I can open it and breathe it in 30 years from now when he is a grown man but still my baby, always my baby.