These moments are fast fleeting away.
Sometimes, I must simply pause and cherish them.
Little wheels and big boy boots.
Cherub cheeks . . . so soft and new.
Soon you will be young adults. You’ll take wings and fly away.
So forgive me, children, as I squeeze all the love and memories possible out of these moments.
I’m tucking these precious times away in my heart.
Someday when you’ve all gone, I will take them out . . .
. . . and remember when.
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