It’s the time when you can just stare at your baby and marvel at her perfect little lashes, and button nose, and chubby cheeks.
Baby’s smile in their sleep because they are listening to the whispers of angels. Let him sleep, for when he wakes, he will move mountains. Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will move mountains.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we’ve learned to our sorrow, so quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.