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My Baby Girl
She is 8 today…
She was 2 yesterday…
Tomorrow she'll be 30...
I love it and hate it the same...
Why not a year or two when she was 6 months?
So very happy…
Another year or so at 2?
So quirky and cute…
Hold here for a decade or more please?
With sass and attitude…
I am not ready to let her go!!!
Let her go to the next stage…
Sweet torture that each parent happily endures!
Oh, where does the time go?
So often asked...
but never answered!
She was 2 yesterday…
Tomorrow she'll be 30...
I love it and hate it the same...
Why not a year or two when she was 6 months?
So very happy…
Another year or so at 2?
So quirky and cute…
Hold here for a decade or more please?
With sass and attitude…
I am not ready to let her go!!!
Let her go to the next stage…
Sweet torture that each parent happily endures!
Oh, where does the time go?
So often asked...
but never answered!
Published 4th Feb 2018
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4th Feb 2018 1:01pm
They grow up fast, don't they.:) time flies and will never wait for anybody, as we know. Each day therefore should be spent rejoicing, living and loving with one's loved ones. Good read, Nancy.
5th Feb 2018 5:59am
Yes everyday is a gift and should be treated as such! The problem is that we humans tend to forget the most important things in life. The small moments are the ones that matter most not the big showy ones. I remember more about my day to day life from when I was younger than I do holidays and vacations. Time and memory are strange animals and I don't think either like humans!
Anonymous
11th Feb 2018 4:46am
dear, i would say that this is so true with a smiling tear..
11th Feb 2018 7:50am
