Brown hair blowing in the wind as she chases a kite.

Laughing oh so sweetly. She's so tiny. 

As her mother watches her run in the bright sun beaming down on her. 

She begins to cry. 

My little girl will be grown soon. 

And just like that in the blink of an eye, the little girl grew up. 

Now the girl was tall. So bold. So brave. 

This grown women now had a child of her own. 

The child was just like her mother as a child.

Innocent. Sweet like candy. And had a precious laugh.

Her mother mother knew she too would be grown soon.