Thursday, March 29, 2012
Nearly every night. A big pile of books, chosen by the baby.
Plenty of nut-smelling and kissing thrown in after every few pages.
The baby must know that love oozes out of my every pore for her, for she returns with the sweetest cuddles and sounds I have ever heard.
Share to Twitter
Share to Facebook
Share to Pinterest
Post a Comment
Post Comments (Atom)