Monkey, Teddy Bear, My Boy

Some days you’re Monkey—

climbing,
running,
laughing,
asking a thousand questions
before breakfast.

Other days you’re Teddy Bear—

quiet,
thoughtful,
leaning into hugs
like you’ve always known
they’re medicine.

I don’t have to choose
which one you are.

You’re both.

Wild enough
to chase butterflies
through the trees.

Gentle enough
to stop
so someone else
can catch their breath.

That’s my Theo.

Half adventure.

Half comfort.

Completely unforgettable.

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