No more chubby arms. No more short curly hair. No more diaper hanging out of her shorts.
She's tall and trim now. She's had her first hair cut. She wears big girl "unna-ware". And, she tells me she's "a big girl, not a baby".
I miss my baby girl, but I love her to pieces at two and a half.
In my head, I know she's gotta get big, but in my heart I'm begging to keep her little.
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