Monday, June 6, 2011


I spent hours holding you and staring at you while you slept. I'd hold you so long that you would leave sweat marks on my shirt when I put you down. But, a year later I can hardly remember what it feels like to hold such a tiny baby.
I'm head-over-heels in love with the pre-toddler that you are right now. Can you please stop growing up so fast?


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