A crawl became a walk.
A walk turned into a run.
A simple smile became a laugh;
A laugh eventually turned into words.
You were no longer the baby that I once held in my arms.
But a growing child.
Every step of the way I was there by your side,
  Watching you blossom.
  Every footprint we made marked another memory.
   Another memory that nothing could replace,
  Even till this day I watch you grow,
But you will never be too big for me to hold.
A silent tear falls from my eye as I watch you be free;
Making footprints of memories