Poem

Here's a poem that was shared with me by my Aunt Linda. It's a great reminder of priority while raising a little one.

Cleaning and Scrubbing can wait till tomorrow.
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So dust settle down, cob webs go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep!

I love this little poem. It helps me to remember every day as I choose to hold, play with or cuddle Graham. It's ok that the house isn't spotless and that there's work that could be done. This time with Graham is precious and will be gone before I know it!