Today we took advantage of the sunshine!!
 Do we dare imagine Spring in our future?
Do we dare imagine Spring in our future? With lots of playing in the sandbox and digging around in the garden.
With lots of playing in the sandbox and digging around in the garden. But Spring also means the passing of time, and I don't want to miss a moment of it.
But Spring also means the passing of time, and I don't want to miss a moment of it. Sweet little baby feet.
Sweet little baby feet. Chubby little baby hands.
Chubby little baby hands. He  won't always be so little.
He  won't always be so little. Soon he'll be a boy, not a baby.
Soon he'll be a boy, not a baby. But until then, I'll enjoy my "baby".
But until then, I'll enjoy my "baby".
(Boogers and all)
 
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