Well, it's April.
April is Elizabeth's birthday month. In less than three weeks she'll be a year old.
I really don't know where all that time went because I'm still right here:
Wasn't that just yesterday?
I guess this was yesterday:
I miss that wobbly-headed baby.
I'm not ready for her to be one.
I'm not ready for April.
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