In fact, one of them is screaming right now. And you know what? This blog will be here tomorrow. And one day I'll have time to post some updates. But until then, I keep finding myself thinking of this poem that Mom had cross-stitched and had hanging in our laundry room growing up. I have no idea why I memorized it, but only now does it really mean something to me. From memory, it went like this:
Cleaning and scrubbing(and blogging) can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow,
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
1 comment:
Yeah, I almost included that poem in my last post.
And YAY she wore that cute dress:-)
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