Thursday, October 28, 2010
We hold them in our arms for a short time. (And, on occasion, in a well-beloved
.) We sing, shush, whisper and just enjoy the closeness.
We walk alongside them, talking, listening, admonishing, encouraging, or just in silence. Enjoying the closeness.
But holding or walking, or even apart, they are always our babies.
And nothing can change that.
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