The Sankey Family
Lauren
These pictures you took yesterday reminded me of a poem that I was saving.So here goes..... My baby boy and me It's three am, they're all asleep, and no one is here to see.As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.His little hand is feather light tucked up against my chin.I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.I love these quiet hours so much, and cherish every one.Store memories up inside my heart for lonely nights to come.All too soon he'll be grown up, his need for Mama gone.But until then I still have time for kisses and for song.Time for quiet hours like this with him cuddled in my arms.Where I wish he'd always stay protected, safe and warm.And yet I know the day will come when his tiny little hand,will be bigger than my own. He'll grow to be a man.But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see.As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.Love, MOM
HAPPY MOTHERS WEEK! I'V OFFICIALLY EXTENDED IT FOR YOU ;) XOXOXOX LOVE GREAT AUNT DADA
So glad I kep that outfit that was worn by my 1st Grandchild Jimmy. I know you think I keep everything...arn't you glad ;). Now its time to pass it on to the next generation! What darling pictures and the poem is just to beautiful for words!Lv, Grandma McFarland
Can a little boy look any more cuter than Truitt in that white hat?! Love it and love him!
Happt be-lated Day. Hope all is well. Tell Greg I said hi.COUSIN bOB
Truitt is just too cute in that shirt, and the hat on him, it perfect. He looks amazing!
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These pictures you took yesterday reminded me of a poem that I was saving.So here goes.....
My baby boy and me
It's three am, they're all asleep, and no one is here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.
His little hand is feather light tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours so much, and cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he'll be grown up, his need for Mama gone.
But until then I still have time for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this with him cuddled in my arms.
Where I wish he'd always stay protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come when his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own. He'll grow to be a man.
But until then he's mine to love with no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth, my baby boy and me.
Love, MOM
HAPPY MOTHERS WEEK! I'V OFFICIALLY EXTENDED IT FOR YOU ;) XOXOXOX
LOVE GREAT AUNT DADA
So glad I kep that outfit that was worn by my 1st Grandchild Jimmy. I know you think I keep everything...arn't you glad ;). Now its time to pass it on to the next generation! What darling pictures and the poem is just to beautiful for words!
Lv, Grandma McFarland
Can a little boy look any more cuter than Truitt in that white hat?! Love it and love him!
Happt be-lated Day. Hope all is well. Tell Greg I said hi.COUSIN bOB
Truitt is just too cute in that shirt, and the hat on him, it perfect. He looks amazing!
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