Eight Months. Too fast. Gone.
But where. Eight months ago I held
My son for the first time. That moment,
Like the past eight months, is only a memory;
Swallowed into oblivion. For the first time
I don't want him older so I can play ball;
I want him little again.
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Very refective thoughts of the life you have embarked on called "parenthood" This will be a scene played over and over as you wonder where time has gone! And time begins to fly by ever faster!
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