That's what I heard as I was picking up the toys in the piano room.
The belly laugh of my Remy, that I know so well,
Joined with the tinkling giggle of my baby girl.
Again and again,
The laughter kept going.
I quietly crept through the kitchen and found them in the family room
Playing a game.
He would stand up,
Tall as he could,
Right in front of her.
(Practically on top of her.)
She'd let out the first laugh.
Then she'd reach out with both hands,
And touch them to his legs.
Then his laugh came in,
As he tumbled backwards to the floor,
My how strong the touch of a baby.
My how cute that he is already exaggerating to get her to laugh.
And my, oh my, how endearing these two are to me.
1 comment:
thank you for sharing your precious memories. These pictures and your comments will be more precious as the years pass away so quickly. This is your only view into Yesterday. Such beautiful children, and I get to claim them also.
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