Whatever Bree does,
Jacob must do too.
This picture is blurry because I wanted to capture the moment but yet not really let him eat the paint. It didn't work. You'll see later.
Oh yes, quite upset. The blue paint didn't taste so good so lets try the green...
...then the brown!
Tiny handprints grow so fast
Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart's hand,
A diploma, briefcase, a wedding band.
Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn't take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To work hard , to drive a car
Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his own feelings, thought and dreams
Tiny handprints grow to rely
On his parents to bring him up just right
His parents pray that when he's grown
He'll say their job has been well done
Tiny handprints are ours to love
The sweetest gift from God above
A miracle that never is surpassed
How sad they grow up way to fast -
-Author Unknown
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