(Do you love that he sleeps with a stuffed pig? I do!)
May 12, 2010
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| I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Daffodils The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -William Wordsworth |
4 comments:
Other than a brand new baby, I don't think there is anything more precious than a sleeping child. I still each night before I go to bed sneak into my kid's rooms to look at them and kiss on them while they sleep.
I do love that he sleeps with a pig. So cute!
stuffed lovies and sleeping babes all at the same time. What a joy. I'm glad you got a picture!
How cute!
There is nothing sweeter than a sleeping child. I love the pig.
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