Lord, help me never forget.

The sound of little feet on the hardwood floor.
The smell of freshly washed hair after bath time.
The feel of a tiny chest pressed up against mine.

Lord, help me never forget.

The way her head perfectly nestles into my shoulder on quiet mornings.
The enthusiastic and overly-detailed stories on the drive home from school.
The endless scraps of construction paper on her bedroom floor.

Lord, help me never forget.

The books and songs before bed.
The sticky fingers and stale cheerios under the table.
The slobbery kisses and “ugga muggas” and “I love you’s”.

Lord, help me never forget.

This season.
This day.
This moment right in front of me.

Because one day, these moments will be but distant memories.

And I want to make sure I remember.

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