Our little darling is sleeping. Stretched out on his side with head tilted back and one arm flung casually across the teddy bear, he sleeps without a care.
How beautiful is a sleeping child.
I stand by the cot watching him breathe. His little chest rises and gently falls. Then ever more slowly as he sinks deeper into slumber.
How beautiful is a sleeping child.
It seems like just the other day that we watched him sleeping in hospital, exhausted from his journey into life. We marveled at his perfection and strained to recognize whose characteristics his little face portrayed.
How beautiful is a sleeping child.
Looking through the eyes of love, my heart expands. There is no limit to the joy I feel in being the grandmother of this precious child.
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Nana Lorraine wished she could of been there for Ethans first birthday. John you will need to keep and eye on your son. If he rides that bike like you did at his age you will suffer heart attackes and close your eyes in horrior and fear as Ethan screams down from the house on the footpath to the bottom of your street on his bike. Just like you used to do
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