But I will.
I will remember his shriek of sheer delight chasing around the balloons.
I will remember decorating several days before his party only to realize he may love [pulling down] buntings even more than I do.
I will remember his giggle, grin, and glance at me as his guests put on party hats.
I will remember the look of wonder on his face as his parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas, and grandpas sang him Happy Birthday.
I will remember my mom sneaking him bites of real frosting instead of the whipped cream frosting I made for his cake.
I will also remember the look of disgust on his face when he had frosting on his hands.
I will remember looking for the correct blocks to spell "Happy Birthday" only for him to repeatedly sneak off with my blocks with that little mischievous smile of his.
I will remember him walking up to the pictures of himself and waving hi like he'd never seen this baby before.
I will remember the sweet memories his family has with him.