Time Flies

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Today my youngest daughter, Cassie, turns 17.  I'm really not sure where the days have gone.  They seem to have just raced by.  This poem is for her one her special day.  She keeps me smiling every day.  #daughtersrock


Cassie with her grandma


Time Flies
Yesterday 
was
pink dresses
french braids
red boots
Barbies
American Girl dolls

Today 
is
prom dresses
hair straighteners
heels
iPods
cell phones

Yesterday 
was
riding bikes
jumping on trampolines
traveling ball
swinging on swings
picture books

Today 
is
driving cars
bonfires
school teams
laying in the sun
hanging out with friends

Memories of yesterday
Moments of today
Lived
Loved
Making us smile
Always








Comments

  1. Linda BMay 6, 2012 at 9:51 AM

    Sorry I missed this yesterday, Cathy. Happy birthday to your Cassie! Wonderful age, wonderful poem that captures those changes, cements the memories. I love seeing your photos too!

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  2. BarbaraMay 7, 2012 at 9:59 AM

    What a wonderful poem on your daughter's birthday. Thank you for sharing!

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  3. wakeupandwriteMay 21, 2012 at 9:47 PM

    A poem for her memory book as much as yours.

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  4. Mary LeeMay 27, 2012 at 5:49 PM

    How do they go from so tiny to so grown up...in such a flash?!?!

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