Stop, you’re growing too fast
“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.” – Helen Hunt Jackson Where has the time gone? It seems like just-yesterday, you fit into my hand: so small and (seemed) so breakable. I was so scared every time you moved or made a noise. I would hold my breath and just …
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