love of local in Utah
four baby dolls
Baby mine, don’t you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.
Little one when you play,
don’t you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine.
If they knew sweet little you
they’d end up loving you two.
All of those people who scold you
what they’d give just for the right to hold you.
From your head down to your toes,
you’re not much, goodness knows.
But you’re so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine.
Doesn’t it help to go peek on them and remember you are lucky to be a mom? And it really helps after a day when it seems like everyone was trying to get under your skin. And succeeded. It’s a nice reminder to see them still, sweet, and not sassing you.
7 year olds are hard–sassy hard!
Wait! She’s not 7 yet! Don’t scare me!
Sweet post. Darling little girls. Thanks for sharing.
Yeah, I was a really nice mom until my oldest turned seven. Whole new ball game as far as I’m concerned.
I love this!! No matter the day, the image of my sleeping children always makes me feel grateful to be their Mom!!
I love this though it tugs at my heartstrings. I sure miss you girls.
That is one of my favorite songs. Always has been. I dot know why but it gets deep into my soul when I listen to it.