Stairs

I remember when all Riley wanted to do was climb up and down the stairs in Nola’s house.

When he would inevitably escape my attempt to corral him in the living room and head straight for the hallway.

When he could only crawl up each step, not walk.

When he could only slide down on his belly, not hold the handrail and walk.

He still likes the stairs, even though he doesn’t spend quite as much time on them as he used to.

Usually he’s already halfway up and calling to me that he wants to “play upstairs, play upstairs” before I even realize where he went.

Please stop growing up, my Riley-bean.

Before I know it, you’ll be sliding down the banister and leaping up those stairs two at a time.

And I am so not ready for that.