Of Course, it is the sound of little feet. But then you hear the swishing of a pull-up, see the rosy cheeks, and the stare of the brighest eyes. You feel the full force of 30 pounds as she runs and jumps into your arms with that first morning hug. You can't help but sniff the hair and neck for that last remaining baby smell. What bliss... good morning momma.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Good Morning Momma
Of Course, it is the sound of little feet. But then you hear the swishing of a pull-up, see the rosy cheeks, and the stare of the brighest eyes. You feel the full force of 30 pounds as she runs and jumps into your arms with that first morning hug. You can't help but sniff the hair and neck for that last remaining baby smell. What bliss... good morning momma.
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