It's three hours past bed-time when the baby cries out. A moment later, another cry. Check the video monitor. Everything's okay. Wait a minute. Is she still sleeping? Another cry. Go to her.
Walk in the room, and the cry becomes continuous sobbing. Pick her up. Crying stops. Hold her. Rock her. Kiss her. Everything's okay. Mama has you. One thumb in mouth. Other hand goes up and rests on mama's face. Snuggle in. Big sigh.
Walk in the room, and the cry becomes continuous sobbing. Pick her up. Crying stops. Hold her. Rock her. Kiss her. Everything's okay. Mama has you. One thumb in mouth. Other hand goes up and rests on mama's face. Snuggle in. Big sigh.
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5 Comments:
I can hardly wait for the day. What an awesome feeling of love.
That was sweet. It doesn't get any better than that, doesn't it?
ahhhh, the good stuff.
I second what Sandra said...it doesn't get any better than that.
Ah yes. Life is good.
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