One day will be our last

One day, these little fingers that grasp around mine, won't be so tiny. Instead of wrapping around my finger, they will reach for my hand.

One night, she will stop asking for a bed time story.

One time, her little head will fall asleep on my shoulder for the very last time. And I won't even know it will be the last time.

Cherish every little moment, for they will be the ones you miss the most.

Embrace the noise and the chaos, for it will be calm and quiet too soon.

Every single day, our children grow up a little bigger. Their precious childhood flies by so quickly.

Hug them a little longer, hold them a little tighter and tell them you love them every day.