Recently it was a particular older lady, who was inspired to share stories of when her two daughters were little girls and oh how she missed those days. Hold her as much as you can. It goes so fast. With a mist in her eyes she whispered, wavered.
It goes so fast.
I was so glad Ivy was generous with her smiles and coos. I think it blessed this woman's heart.
I found her longing, her wrinkled hand on my shoulder, "I envy you."
For a moment I caught my breath.
And I understood.Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.
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