Where does the time go?

It seems like I was just holding you in my arms,
but now you are slipping out of them to go off with your friends.

It seems like we were just gazing into each others eyes in complete wonder,
and now I wonder what you're doing during your day away from me.

It seems like I was just watching you curled up in a tiny ball on a blanket imagining what you would look like when you're 7, what your voice would sound like, and what kind of person you would be.

And now here you are, you're 7 and you're wonderful and all I can think is where did the time go?