I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand -
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute -
How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink -
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon -
So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while -
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day -
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle -
Oh just let them be little -- Billy Dean
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Up the Mountain...
It's more like a huge hill in the middle of the city. It used to be a dump years ago and is being rehabilitated. It is quite the trek! Great exercise for us and the kids.
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