made by mee

My little guy was five years old, two days ago where has my baby gone? I know they grow up but I am sure your life is stuck on fast forward as soon as a child is born. They change so much each day you don’t notice until you look back at photographs.

When my eldest two were at nursery we were presented with their handprints with a poem attached. I just realised that As nursery didn’t do this so I have just made our own. I am waiting on the paint drying but once it is dry I will laminate it and post a picture here I have added a photo at the end of this post. Here is the poem:

There used to be so many
Of my finger prints to see
On furniture and walls and things
From sticky, grubby me.

But if you stop and think awhile
You’ll see I’m growing fast
These little moments disappear
You can’t bring back the past.

So here is a small reminder
To keep, not throw away
Of tiny hands and how they looked
To make you smile someday.

Its hard to read it without welling up. I also found this on the internet which I will add too:

This is the hand
You used to hold
When I was only
__ years old.

I am off to sort out my boxes. My next fair is in the Winter Gardens in Glasgow Green. It is part of the World Pipeband Championships. I didn’t pay extra for electricity so i am going to try and scale down the stuff as i wont need my lights and extention lead! Might even make some more cards and things.

Bye all.