Rifling through some old papers the other day, I came across something I hadn’t remembered I had (for shame!). After a large gasp, I put it aside for a special page I will put it on, in my scrapbook. Boy, these are the kinds of treasures I love the most, and one of the many reasons I scrapbook (otherwise it would be lost in never-neverland). It’s a poem my daughter wrote herself for me a few years ago (sadly, I didn’t date it then).

Parents, hold on tight to these kinds of things. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go hold on tight to my kid.