I hope my children look back on today,
And see a Mother who had time to play!
Children grow up while you're not looking,
There'll be years ahead for cleaning and cooking,
So quiet now, cobwebs; dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
I love this poem. It is a beautiful, poignant reminder of how quickly our babies grow into children, then into teenagers and then into adults, and that we must make the most of each precious moment with them.
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Here here! But wait, I can't. find. the .eys. Thats Keys...cause my dishes are piling up over my computer...and...well... hell, I don't care either!
Seriously, your kids are so cute, I want to go out and SHOOT them! (Heh, hem, with my Canon of course... ;)
I would love for you to shoot them! (With your canon. ;-) ) Any time you happen to be in Oxford with nothing much to do, come on over :-)
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