These days won't last. I know they won't. But I pretend they will.
The sunshine, the laughter; everyone together.
Next year, I'll be hours away at college.
Next year, the baby will be four years old.
Next year, I won't be surrounded by the giggles of silly little girls.
But these days are here now, so I'll cherish them while they're here and recollect them when they're gone.