It is pure bliss…
To hold an infant close to the heart…
To hear it gurgle, soothe it when it cries…
Watch its rosy palms clutch onto shoulders for security when it sleeps…
To feel little dimpled baby hands, grasping the fingers tightly…
To feel the contentment that comes from loving…
To hold an infant close to the heart…
To hear it gurgle, soothe it when it cries…
Watch its rosy palms clutch onto shoulders for security when it sleeps…
To feel little dimpled baby hands, grasping the fingers tightly…
To feel the contentment that comes from loving…
posted by the silhouette | Saturday, January 21, 2006
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