You looked up at me with eyes wide and innocent, your lips pink and chapped from the cold weather, your little hands stretched wide and you said, “Mama, I will love you all the days.”
I look at you now as a teenager, I pray that we’ll get through our tough times unscathed, I dread the thought of you ever moving on and leaving home, I mourn the loss of that perfect little child and my ability to fix all her boo boos with a kiss.
Someone once said that having a child is like walking around with your heart on the outside of your body. Truer words were never spoken.
My dearest child, I will love you all the days.