Stomping in bubble wrap
...even if it's loud, and hurts a hockey hangover.
It means letting the wind blow through our hair...
...even if it's 8:00 in the morning (fresh donut's help) and the house is a mess and you should be cleaning.
It's riding a ridiculous teeter toter like contraption....
...probably damaging your knees, to see this face.
And blowing bubbles....
...even though they will spill more than blow.
Because it's summer, and...
Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait 'till tomorrow
'cause babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow
so quiet down cobwebs
dust go to sleep
I'm rocking playing with my babies
and babies don't keep
and babies don't keep
6 comments:
Oh how right you are!
***Ally
Looks like you're well on your way to a fun summer!
Gorgeous pics! What a fun summer!
Awesome!!!
Building memories ... that's what it's all about.
You are absolutely right. That poem made me cry. You are doing an amazing job as a mom.
I'm loving those sunglasses :)
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