I always want the memories of my girls this young,
when tea parties were so magical and so much fun!
I love them, I love them from head to toe.
I love how God made them, this I know!
One day soon they may not want tea parties, with pretend food and water.
They'll find delight in other things this world has to offer.
I just pray this simple prayer before I go to sleep:
"Dear Lord, let them be little. Let them stay kind and sweet."
And though the grass fades and the flower withers.
I'll have my journals to remind us of the time they were littles.
