The way their little feet sound as they run across the floor,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday. 

The way they bury their face into your shoulder when they need someone to tell them it’s okay,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The way they laugh from their belly when joy overtakes them,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The noises they make as they sleep peacefully without a worry,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The way their eyes sparkle when they’re happy

mama, you’re going to miss this someday. 

The way they always find themselves under you feet,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The toys you often find scattered across your home,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The crumbs that find themselves a home on your floor,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.

The way that right now, you’re their entire world, and nothing else matters,

mama, you’re going to miss this someday.