Cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
For babies grow up we learn to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs
Dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby
And babies don't keep.
There is nothing sweeter. Sometimes naptime is such a battle that I forget to soak it all in. Her little body curled up on my big bed. Her little hand holding her baby. The way she wakes up with curly hair from bed head. She is peaceful & sweet. And I want to remember.