An open letter to monkey

My dearest monkey,

You need stop. Stop right now.
Suddenly all those pants you got at Christmas / Birthday time fit. I'm not rolling the pant legs anymore and your rain boots don't fit. We went to the mall today to buy you new boots. You were quite confused that you got to try on so many different types and you definitely loved bright yellow boots the best. You put them on as soon as we got home and I swear you would've slept in them if I let you.
But you need to stop. You're having conversations with me and your dad at dinner, you're talking more and more. You are singing and animated. You have total and complete joy in life. You are understanding your boundaries, but are still trying to push them further out.
As much I love it, it needs to stop.
You are growing up way too fast. I blink and you're leaps and bounds ahead. I'm not saying that you have to stop forever, but can you please just stop for a bit. I know its not fair, but I'm really enjoying having you as my baby.
Gosh can I even call you my baby? You're so not a baby. You are little boy going at full throttle all the time. How about we make a deal? You don't necessarily have to stop, but how about you just slow down alot. Or promise me that you'll always be my little boy. You'll always give your mama kisses and hugs?
In case you didn't know, I love you!! I love you more and more each day. Everyday I think I couldn't love you more and everyday I do. Words can not describe out adorable and boyish you were today.
Hugs and kisses. Every morning, every night, every time you see me. Promise?