You wake up, my little one
Your busy day has just begun
Exploring and playing are on your agenda
but you spare 15 minutes to sit with your momma.
Your soul is still while you sit with me
no buttons to push or things to see
I'm all yours and you're all mine
You look into my eyes and I lose track of the time.
Your eyes start diverting to the toys on the floor
I always try to steal you for a couple minutes more
but my time is up, it was short, but oh so sweet
and I set you down right at my feet.
Off you go on the race of your busy day
so much to see, so much to play.
Exploring, talking, tasting, playing
laughing, learning, clapping, waving.
And like a stream always finds its way to the sea,
you, my girl, find your way back to me.
Two big brown eyes looking up from below
I'll hold you again till your ready to go.
I'll always be here, little one, ready to hold you
I'll always cherish my 15 minutes and hope to steal more.
I'll hold you now and even when you walk out the front door
I'll hold you when you're happy and when you are sad
Harper, I'll hold you no matter what kind of day you have.
When you're too big to sit on my lap
we'll just have to find a bigger chair
Cause at the end of all our busy days,
Let's always find 15 minutes to spare.
