Cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow,
For babies grow up, I've learned, to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust, go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
(Ruth Hulburt Hamilton)
Monday, April 28, 2008
Cross Stitch
This is a phrase my Grandma says often and it still warms my heart, especially now that I have children and really understand it.
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