Gloomy days are behind us,
The longest nights of fright,
Sweaty inbetweens,
And uncertain mornings;
Today the sun shine,
On her angelic smile,
Ran around on pretty feet,
And gave the warmest embraces.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:00 AM UTC
Gloomy days are behind us,
The longest nights of fright,
Sweaty inbetweens,
And uncertain mornings;
Today the sun shine,
On her angelic smile,
Ran around on pretty feet,
And gave the warmest embraces.
My two years old daughter fell ill when she began growing new molars. The period, for me, was end-to-end worry, my wife was stronger.
Then she turned the corner and being the bravest two-year-old ever, she did so with vigour and so much Joi de vivre!
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