I Remember the Day

I remember hanging out in the quiet courtyard.

I remember the excitement of seeing the text message.

I remember seeing her black hair and big nose.

I remember being able to hold her in my arms.

I remember her sister’s giddiness to being a big sister.

But now she is four years old.

But now she has beautiful, long, blonde hair.

But now the baby-excitement has faded.

I am glad that I have such lovely cousins to share experiences with.

But I am sad that I cannot see them as often as I wish.

I remember the day all too well, when we first welcomed her into our family.

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