Journaling:Since you were born every night I sit on the rocking chair and sing you to sleep. Now, that you are getting older. We don’t have a rocking chair anymore. We read our story, we recite our prayers and we still sing to sleep (most of the time you giggle), and go over your day. There is nothing more precious for me than these times. I wish, I could hold them forever.
Credits:All from Cloud 9 from Irene AlexeevaWorn overlay by Something blue, Feathers by Jofia Devoe, wordart by Natali Design
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