That year stretches for all of eternity.
That year feels like the blink of your brown eyes.
I have had you for no time at all.
I have had you for forever.
Maybe it is the wisdom of other children. The knowledge that most of my assumptions have been wrong. That everything is a phase. Nothing stays the same. I know better than to label you, though I desperately try to. I know better than to think that I have figured you out.
You are my sweet mystery. It will take your whole lifetime for me to learn you.
But I am your willing student, my dear Alamae James.