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About the joys of small children in a mother's eyes |
| Sounds of pitter-pattering of little feet; Handprints on the patio door or the bathroom mirror; Messy faces at mealtime; Giggles exchanged during play; Eyes closed, peacefully sleeping; Sleeping as the moonlight peeks in during the night; What seems like a lifetime is only an illusion; Like the sand in an hourglass. |