your hand is bigger,
but it still nestles softly in mine.
your feet have grown longer,
but they still run toward me.
your body is heavier,
but you still long to be carried to bed.
your voice is louder,
but you still whisper goodnight.
your ideas are stronger,
but you still share them with me.
you are older,
but still my little love you’ll be.
-ckw

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