
this way. stay a kid. stay innocent. stay my baby.
jokes.drawings.funny noises.sweet words.hugs.kisses.first step.first tooth.memories.that's what my blog is.

my first born is 8. my eyes well up with tears when i think about it. today i told her (again) the story of how she was born. she get sad and tells me that she doesn't want to grow up. little does she know, neither do i. even though i am so proud of the little person she is becoming, i still want that magic wand that will keep her a carefree, innocent, and loving kid.