When they begin to stir, hungry and eager to be cuddled, I hold them close, breathing in their sleepy scent, treasuring this fleeting, precious glimpse back into their infancy. Then their eyes flutter open and the moment is gone.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
While my wee ones sleep...
...I study their sweet faces and see the babies they once were.
When they begin to stir, hungry and eager to be cuddled, I hold them close, breathing in their sleepy scent, treasuring this fleeting, precious glimpse back into their infancy. Then their eyes flutter open and the moment is gone.
When they begin to stir, hungry and eager to be cuddled, I hold them close, breathing in their sleepy scent, treasuring this fleeting, precious glimpse back into their infancy. Then their eyes flutter open and the moment is gone.
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I miss mine taking naps and being able to watch them sleep.
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