It's the little things that are an instant reminder that your child is growing up.
It could be the way they turn their face 'just so', and you briefly catch a glimpse of what they'll look like when they're older.
It could be the way they run to the swings at the park, clamber onto the seat of the swing without your help, and start to push off with their little legs.
It could be the way they clutch their crayon, tongue sticking out in determination, as they form the letters of their name.
And it could be the way they walk through the kitchen, singing Beyonce's 'Single Ladies'.
It's the little things. ;)
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