Mlbraly Photography

7 Months..

How did we get here.
How did you grow without asking me first.

Your fingers stretching longer while I slept.
Your toes losing their squish when I wasn’t looking.

How do days slip through my hands like this.
How do moments disappear while I’m holding them.

I want to bottle you up.
Freeze this version of you in time.

Time is a thief…
and still, somehow, I am impossibly blessed.