Saturday, March 3, 2012

baby baby baby

I miss my baby. Okay, she's not a baby anymore. She's six. And I'll see her tomorrow. I still miss her - and, I admit, sometimes I miss the time when she was a baby.

1 comment:

  1. I've been thinking a lot about babies lately. I'm so excited to see my daughter growing that I want her to never stop learning and getting older but I might not have any more children and that has me on a little funk. Babies are so adorable, they smell better than anything and change you in a possessive way. What a beautiful post.