Whenever I see young parents,
tending their babies, I feel an
inner glow. It brings back fond
memories I, experienced a long
time ago. You don't realize, what
a wonderful part of your life it is.
You really want it to last. But in
no time at all, they're all grown up,
it happens, way too fast. If I had to
do it over, I'd enjoy every moment.
I'd love to go back to the time, when
they were small. I have no regrets,
for I gave them a lot of love and
attention. Now, that's what really
matters, after all!
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