Just Checking

How many times, little baby, have I snuck up those stairs and peeked through your door – just to check that you’re ok.  To watch that little tummy rise and fall, and contemplate how perfect you are when you’re sleeping.  To see the funny little way you hold your arms and legs splayed out, and your little pursed lips.

Just checking, my little bubba.  Yep – you’re still perfect.

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