To watch a baby sleeping,
is too precious to describe...
to hear a baby crying,
brings a tear to a mother's eye.
is too precious to describe...
to hear a baby crying,
brings a tear to a mother's eye.
To hear a baby's laughter,
is to hear an angel sing...
and to hold a baby's hand,
To see a baby's eyes,
twinkle softly like a star...
is a gift that comes from heaven;
the most beautiful, by far.
Written By: Jill Lemming
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