Gone are the days . . .

When my little boy needed me to hold him up.

When he couldn't climb stairs

When he couldn't get around on his own.



Gone are the days . . .

when his hands were all he could put in his mouth

and milk was the only thing he ate.

Gone are the days . . .

when he didn't care what clothes he wore

when he hadn't formed his own opinions



when he loved the sound of mommy's voice.

These are the days . . .

of curiosity

of wonder

and delight.

These are the days . . .

That I will cherish.