moma day poem
my moma writes me poems every christmas and sometimes on special occasions.
i'm sharing.
A baby is special
They make you glow
They make you smile
And feel warm inside,
But your baby
Is so tender
You cannot render words.
You only can feel the glory
Of her beauty and her grace
That tears run down your face.
Your own baby
Is extraordinary
She shows you all that is right
Even if she is keeping you up all night
She brings you a new softness
AND your defenses
They just melt away.
Your own baby
Changes your life from her first day.
she's right.
in other news,
the day consisted of hosting brunch with both families, family nap, jog sans child, grilling out
and grand slam ice cream (not to mention votto hit a grand slam for the redlegs to win the game!)
so yea, it was a pretty nice day i'd say.
and in other news,
one of my best pals became a mother yesterday - how wonderful!
congrats & welcome molly eleanor - can't wait to meet you :)
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Much love.
And hugs to the grand-daughters, Josie and Stella,who bless their mammas too.
What a wonderful mommy you are.
Love,
Aunt Sandy