Saturday, August 6, 2011

My Sweet Baby

Dear Riley,

All your life I’ve referred to you as, “My sweet baby.” When you sit in my lap for a hug I’ll say, “This is my sweet baby!”

Well, you’ve outgrown my term of endearment. You correct me by saying, “No, I’m sweet girl!”

No longer a baby. Now a sweet girl. Never in a thousand years did I imagine this moment.



I love you.


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