One second they were tiny

 i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at old pictures of my kids without getting choked up

one second they were tiny
round cheeks
messy hair
voices that still sounded like babies

and now i blink and they’re taller
they talk back
they need me in different ways

the photos stop me in my tracks every time
because i swear it all happened in a blur
and i’d give anything to hold that version of them again
even for just a minute

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