Already she's losing that "babyness". Books, clothing labels, etc. insist on calling her a toddler. I want her to remain my baby!
I know I can't stop time. Well, I'd like to share something I created to show how she's evolved this past year, and also a little poem that I created. Since I"m not a poet, you'll have to bear with me:
Who knew
Who knew that the sun
Would rise and set on you
Who knew that slumber would not be missed
While sunrise found me watching you
I never knew that time could stop
Or my heart would too as you smiled at me
I never knew that time could move so fast
Or my eyes would tear as you bloom before me
As a seedling shoots and grows
As each of your petal unfolds
Little did I know, I knew so little
Slowly you are teaching me
I have so much to learn of you
Who knew
