I saw this poem in my last birthing class and fell in love with it's meaning... so sweet and true :-)
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up,
as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs,
Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby
and babies don’t keep.
Amanda- you're so beautiful! I can't wait to meet my guaranteed-adorable-thick-haired nephew!
ReplyDelete:-) Thanks Heather! I can't wait for you to meet him either! He's blessed to have such a sweet auntie like you ... We'll keep you guys updated as soon as anything starts happening :)
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