Too Fast

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..