You grow, you grow, you grow, and I can't stop it.
A year ago right now I fretted about losing newborn snuggles and your tiny-baby cry,
but I traded it for swinging at the park and giggle fights and board book after board book
So can it be that bad?
You grow, you grow, you grow, and I can't stop it.
I can't imagine a life where you and me don't spend hours playing with horses and blocks
Eating cheerios and watching Curious George, taking walks to the grocery store and back.
Yet tomorrow we'll be shooting hoops, dancing in the kitchen, and practicing piano
And could it be that bad?
You grow, you grow, you grow, and I can't stop it.
And while at times I will definitely mourn the good times past (that's who I am, you're stuck with me)
I want to spend most moments loving me and you
the way we are
right now
the way you are
right now.
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