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I just layed in bed next to MD for a while because he couldn't sleep. He asked me to sing him an old song I made up when he was little. My baby boy is turning 8 in less than two weeks.
While I sang him his song another was playing in my mind. Remember that old ABBA song? Slipping through my finger...
*Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute. The feeling in it, Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in his mind. Each time I think I'm close to knowing he keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time....*
It hurts, ya know?
4 comments:
This is sooo sweet!
C'mon he is only 8. Many more years of his company yet.
Makes me cry everytime! and I'm not a crier :) K
On the plus side even when he grows up you have all the memories, and adult children can also be a continual source of joy. Then if you are lucky you get grandchildren. They don't slip away, they just travel on.
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