The golden sunlight peeps in through the window.
Glistening as the shadows of the trees moves in rhythm to the music of the television. 450Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu54MaBbSKg
I gently rock my baby back and forth, humming a lullaby.
The sunlight kisses his sweet angel face. I am lost in his innocence.
It just him and I in the tender early hours of the morning.
As we sway and listen to Little Einsteins.
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