Our nap times are so short, as you already now. And a fourth ear infection has increased Anabelle's need for me to be near her right now. My mom reminded Katie and me of this sweet poem. And now it's my life theme:
I hope my child looks back on today
and remembers a Mom who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
Cuz babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
I'm off to cuddle, play and love on my girl.
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