A friend recently posted this poem online and even though my mom apparently recited it to me soon after my first baby was born, it just now makes sense and brings tears to my eyes...
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow...
for babies grow up we have learned to our sorrow...
so quiet down cob webs, dust go to sleep...
I am rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
And this was all I could think about as I saw my boys turn 3 and 5 years old.
Wasn't it just yesterday I was rocking them in my arms?
Day One:
Liam's Birthday
Day Two:
Dylan's Birthday
2 comments:
I LOVE that astronaut jumpsuit. I would like one also, thank you:)
The astronaut suits were GREAT! Thank you to Orlando Florida, the last minute birthday idea was perfect. Sorry to Dad for having to carry them on the plane though....
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