Slipping Through My Fingers

This song never fails to reduce me to a puddle of tears by the third line. If you've not heard it, it's well worth the time to listen.

If you can't pull it up, look up "Slipping Through My Fingers" by ABBA, or the Mama Mia movie.

Here are the lyrics I took from another site:

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (Slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't And why, I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers Slipping through my fingers all the time Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I hear this song, leave the never-ending housework and office or sewing or yard work, then go get ice cream with the kids as we put the next trip on the calendar.