Let them be little.
Oh, they are little for such a very, very...very short time. So precious. So innocent. So honest, and pure, and good.
Let's let them be little.
I do believe that I love looking at the pictures of my little grands tussling and rough housing and giggling even more than the everyone-is-smiling-at-Gramma-Cupcake's-camera-and-no-one-is-poking-someone-else shots.
Truly, my heart swells up and overflows.