She still bewitches us all.
Her fuzzy bald head is a culinary map of our day, with traces of syrup from breakfast, salty pretzels from lunch and chocolate from our tasty treats. You see, her little baby head sees more smooches from three handsome boys than a daytime soap opera queen ever dreamed of. She's a collector of kisses, crumbs and all.
Next to the leftovers on her noggin is the whisker rash from her Daddy. Snuggling under his coarse chin is a favorite resting place after his long day of work. A symbiotic relationship where relaxation and contentment is shared. The only casualty is his lapel that shows the signs of a drooling baby drifting off to sleep.
Dishes remain dirty, extra pounds unshed, projects undone and dinners uninspired, all in the name of a new baby that isn't as new anymore.
Stop, time!
What's the rush?
