It's inevitable
seasons come, seasons change
tree grows
leaves fall
winds blow
snow falls
lil feet curled up, soon crawling amongst giants,
then running to play catchup, suddenly right in stride with you
lil hand holds your finger, then giv'n you a high five
like all moms out there, I come to the season of clothes switcharoo
bins upon bins of clothes from seasons past, packing away memories, ol memories come flooding back...
pulling out one lil dress I smile, I can see my oldest daughter in it, accessories and all.....
put it on a hanger, ready for it to be worn once again.
suddenly lil hands grab it up - she smiles at me
and lil A turns to run away grabbing a handful of other "new" items.
lil feet stamper into the kitchen and tosses it in the trash...(it's her new trick)...---
apparently she doesn't want the new items hung in her closet
apparently she wants to stay in her too small items
apparently she doesn't want to grow up
---and she stands and smiles.
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