I keep thinking that I never want her grow up, I want her to stay exactly the way she is.  I thought it when I first held her, a mere 4 lbs.  I thought it when she first started to smile and play.  I thought it when she became a big sister.  I even thought it all the way through those terrible twos.  

When it really comes down to it, I love the memories of how she used to be, but they pale in comparison to the way I love watching her learn and grow.  So I'm going to stop wishing she'd stay little (that's what pictures are for), and embrace the fact that my baby is growing up.


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