At some point, every day, I look at Brigid and tell her she needs to stop getting so big, so fast. I tell her she needs to stay little, forever, to make me happy.
Her response?
'I don't think that's going to happen, mommy. I can't control it, you know.'
Whatever, kid. You'll always be my baby to me.
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