
Where does the time go?
One minute my baby is kicking from inside my stomach, then next he's running to the golf cart ready to take a ride.
One minute my baby is kicking from inside my stomach, then next he's running to the golf cart ready to take a ride.

Why does he have to grow up?
Why can't he stay my itty bitty babe?

However, I can't. Time doesn't work that way. Time only knows to "go".
There is no stopping time. Once it's gone, well, it's gone.

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