Today the time is moving too fast.
My Isabelle, you're so sweet in your fluffy footie pajamas
With tousled hair, coloring on your easel.
It takes only a few pieces of fresh construction paper
and some markers to make you smile.
Too soon you truly will be my big girl;
wearing regular pajamas with neatly combed hair.
Your easel will be in your room
and it will be a special day when I'm privileged to see your art.
You won't be clamoring for my attention
or in need of my approval.
You won't be begging for cuddles and for a lap to share.
My sweet beautiful little girl, my little artist.
Today is moving too fast..