While we were at the playground earlier today, I was watching you and your daddy intently and I was swept by nostalgia once again. I couldn't stop myself from digging up your infant photos. I caught myself doing a sigh at every click.
|3 summers ago. wow.|
|Earlier today. "Why are we called prncesses again, Mommy?"|
|3 years ago. She could barely say the word PRINCESS yet.|
|pretty ukay dress from her lola. See, it's not just me who loves to dress her up.|
|today we were hitting the playground but she insisted on wearing these shoes. oh well.|
|from a recent birthday party that she attended. fear of mascots conquered!|
BUT for now don't grow up too fast, please? I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Linger for awhile. I still would like to find a way to bottle up what's remaining of that baby breath of yours, most especially. I'd still want to be able to carry you on some days when I'd be all nostalgic about your infant days.