Long ago and many many years ago, I was a young mother of three. Sunday mornings were my favorite. Relaxing, drinking coffee, reading the paper and most importantly available for any of my children who just wanted to snuggle with me. Jeannette was always up early and would make a beeline straight to my bed and into my arms. Those times were the best. I would tell her little stories that I would make up as I went along. She loved them and really believed the stories about dogs and kitty cats that could talk, etc. Sunday, October 12, 2014
SUNDAY MORNINGS WITH MY LITTLE GIRL
Long ago and many many years ago, I was a young mother of three. Sunday mornings were my favorite. Relaxing, drinking coffee, reading the paper and most importantly available for any of my children who just wanted to snuggle with me. Jeannette was always up early and would make a beeline straight to my bed and into my arms. Those times were the best. I would tell her little stories that I would make up as I went along. She loved them and really believed the stories about dogs and kitty cats that could talk, etc. 
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