@hankmoody
She's 7… and time passes slowly, but it does.
She still seeks me out for a hug,
she still believes in magical stories,
her hand still fits perfectly in mine.
But something is different now…
a small, quiet independence,
as if she's slowly beginning to spread her wings.
I look at her and I'm filled with pride and a touch of nostalgia,
because I know these moments are unique.
And so I try to do something simple:
stay a little longer,
hug her a little tighter,
and treasure every moment.