My baby starts 2nd grade tomorrow. Every "first' for him is always a "last" for me. I relish every one of them.
Where has the time gone? I want to hold onto him so badly, yet , at the same time, I'm anxious to watch him grow.
It reminds me of one of his baby blankets. It said..."Can't they always stay small..." or something like that.
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