Dear Lily,
Maybe it’s because you’re my third child, but you seem to grow up so much faster than your siblings. One day in late August, I came in to your room to get you from your nap, and there you were smiling up at me with those big blue eyes. You looked so pleased that you had learned how to pull yourself up. I smiled back at you, but what I really wanted to say was, “Slow down kiddo. You’re my last baby. What’s the rush?” Although sometimes I want you to stay little forever, I am so proud that you pick things up quickly. It doesn’t matter how big you get, you will always be my baby.
Love,
Mom
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