Things change fast when you’re a little boy. One day you’re skating with the walker, and the next you’re passing a puck around on the ice.
One day you’re laying on your back playing with toys, and the next day you’re sitting up sorting mail with Momma.
Slow down, time. I want to hold onto these moments.
One day you’re laying on your back playing with toys, and the next day you’re sitting up sorting mail with Momma.
Slow down, time. I want to hold onto these moments.
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