My mother often recites this poem to me. It is a perfect reminder to savor the good life of the precious little moments.
Rocking My baby
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
For babies grow up we learn to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
For babies grow up we learn to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
(Author Unknown)
Tali and I started rocking with a little leche, and
Max thought he would join the fun. We welcomed the company and I quickly called for Clu to take a picture. I don't want to forget this one!
1 comment:
You are making the best of the best choice in how to spend your time! When can I have a turn? (with the kids, I didn't mean you had to rock with me:)
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