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This was created for week 7 of Scraptathlon 4. The title letters were hand cut as were all the single flowers, the flower vines, the squares, heart, pp strips and semi-circle. Journaling is handwritten on the tag tucked behind the photo and reads: Little dimpled baby hands grasp my finger tight While mama rocks him, humming, deep into the night. Those hands of his will grow all too soon for me, I know, So mama rocks him, humming deep into the night. Little dimpled baby hands exploring all they see, While mama gently guides him, he is trying to run free. Those hands of his are busy, grabbing all they reach So mama guides him gently, for it is my job to teach. Bigger little boy hands, with dirt under his nails, Bringing mama presents of flowers, frogs and snails, Those hands of his, though dirty, are growing up so fast, So Mama treasures the gifts, and hopes these moments last. Slender young man hands slam the bedroom door, convinced his mama doesn't understand him anymore. Those hands of his are nearly grown and eager to be free, So mama hugs him anyways, my little man so much like me. Strong grown man hands turn to wave good bye, My baby boy is all grown up and mama wants to cry. Those hands of his have things to do, He'll find his way I know, So mama wipes the tears away, and lets her baby go. Little dimpled baby hands, grasp his finger tight, While daddy rocks him, humming, deep into the night. Those little hands he holds will grow all too soon for him he knows, So daddy rocks him, humming, deep into the night. ~Sandra Flack (1999)


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