Growing up is for suckers, so please stop

To my rotten, beautiful, silly kid,

You start kindergarten tomorrow. Holy crap. Really?! How is this reality?!

Wasn't it just yesterday you snuggled into my chest on the couch to watch Price is Right and take a 10 am nap while we stayed in our PJs? 

Wasn't it just yesterday you pretended every. single. thing. was a telephone and you'd loudly answer, "Hewwo?" to the imaginary ringing? 

Wasn't it just yesterday that you knew every single word to every single Fresh Beat Band song, but still wouldn't say "mama"? 

Wasn't it just yesterday that you'd use a piece of string, a lego and anything else you could find to measure my swollen pregnancy belly?

Wasn't it just yesterday that you adorned yourself in a tiara, rain boots, a Super Girl dress and a guitar to entertain us?

Wasn't it just yesterday that you decided pants were lame and you'd only wear skirts and dresses and headbands from here on?

And more importantly, wasn't it just yesterday that I graduated from high school?! Damn. This whole growing up business makes me feel old. Really, really old. But you? You are my youth and my fire and my light and my silly and my drama.