I look at your face;
How it fits in my hand.
I smile at your noises;
Your grunts, squeals, and cries.
I hold your small body;
Feet, arms, fingers, nose.
Each day that passes
You grow a bit older.
Your eyes understand more.
Your body fills out more.
Your hands try to grab more.
Your mouth holds a grin more.
The only thought that keeps me from crying,
That keeps me from missing each day that passes,
Desperately clinging to these moments with you;
Is the promise
The hope
The excitement
Of what God intends you to be.
Aww! Beth, you inspire me. I used to write so much, but since I got married I barely write anymore. you’re proof that life before husbands and children is still deep inside of you. I loke you
beautiful! I love that poem! 🙂
i love this one a lot…honestly..i think i’ll have to copy it..Thanks