I pulled my almost 8 year old daughter out of bed this morning and set her on my lap. She was still dozy and warm. Wrapping my arms around her, I rocked back and forth memorizing the moment. This is the last day she'll be this big. Tomorrow she'll be bigger. I'm going to enjoy every minute of today. That's what a scrapbook is for. Tomorrow I'll remember today, the last day I had with her when she was this big.
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