When you were born, I couldn't wait for your firsts. Your first smile, your first word, your first step. I remember thinking how nice it would be when you could hold your own bottle/cup, eat real food, walk on your own. Now we're there. Now you learn something every single day. Now time is moving too quickly. You're growing up too fast. I love the little girl you're growing into, but I am already nostalgic for the baby you've grown out of. I love you, angelface.
Love, Mommy
I guess that I can hold you one more time before you grow.
And tell you that I love you, so that you'll always know.
Please let me tie your shoe again. One day you'll tie your own.
And when you think back to this time. I hope it's love I've shown.
Tonight could I please wash your hair? And put toys in the bath?
Can I help you count your small ten toes before I teach you math?
Please let me help you up the hill. while you're still too small to climb.
And let me read you stories while you're young and have the time.
I know the day will come when you will do these things alone.
Will you recall the shoulder rides and all the balls we've thrown?
So will you let me carry you? One day you'll walk alone.
I cannot bear to miss one day from now until you've grown.
