Monday, May 18, 2009
A Day at the Park
Each time I take you to the park, you seem much bigger to me. You need less help. You run without abandon.
You sit on the regular swings. No baby swing for you. You smiled so big.
You have no problem entertaining yourself. I just follow you around and around.
The world is your park, baby girl. Explore every inch.
Don't think I didn't spy you wistfully watching the big girls kick around a soccer ball. Someday soon, you'll be fast like them.