Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you
My Claire is growing up.
She's two weeks past her fourth birthday, and so much about her is changing. Her speech impediment is gone, and no longer does she call me "Qwil." Her cheeks aren't quite as full and round as they were last year, and she's shot up four inches. And this year, she goes to preschool. Preschool! She's already in school. Sure, they only color and have snack time, but it's school nonetheless.
And I know I sound like a nostalgic parent, but it's all just happening so quickly.
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