Nap time is about the same time every day
We start our day with breakfast and play
I cherish our hugs and the laughs we share
But when she tires, I’m never prepared
I wish all day I had more time to myself
But when she’s asleep my books stay on the shelf
I plan what I’d like to get done while she sleeps,
But when she’s gone my insides weep
I miss her hair and I miss her run
There’s never a limit on our fun
When will this get easy?
Never, perhaps, because parenthood isn’t breezy

Beautiful girls ❤
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