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The future is far away and scary, but today is lovely.

Adrian H. Wood, PhD


In Three Years

In Three Years

Sunday, August 07, 2016 Adrian Wood Comments (0)

In three years, I'll be 10, she says.
I know.
In three years, I may be as tall as you, she says.
I know.
In three years, I'll be as smart as Thomas, she says.
I know.
In three years, I'll be able to get Amos from his crib, she says.
I know.
In three years, I'll maybe wear dresses, she says.
I know.
In three years, I won't fit in your lap, she says.
I know.
In three years, you'll still be my little girl, I say.
I know, she says.

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