Little one, asleep in my lap, what are you dreaming of? I love to watch your lips move in your sleep. I adore your chubby cheeks and long, delicate eyelashes. Even the boogers dried on your button nose make me smile because I know that all too soon they will be gone and you will be a grown woman with makeup on your face instead.
Then you will be too old to sleep in my lap but you will still be my little one.
Love,
Mommy


2 comments:
Love Love Love!
Sweet!
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