Yes, he’s 5, but he’s my baby.
Yes, he’s 5 ½ actually, but I’ll jump at the chance to rock him in the eve ~ to hold onto that little boy-ness as long as he’ll let me.
Yes, he’s 5 ½ actually, but I’ll jump at the chance to rock him in the eve ~ to hold onto that little boy-ness as long as he’ll let me.
Yes, he may be one of the only big boys in his kindergarten class to have asked to fall asleep against mama’s breast tonight ~ but I affirm he’s one lucky boy to have a mama who says Yes.
