Monday, 21 June 2010
A Big Baby
You don't need to tell me that my baby is big, I hear it every day.
You don't need to gasp at his weight, my back already aches from carrying him.
You don't need to remind me that he was born big, I've got the scars to prove it.
You don't need to compare him to your little one, I'm doing it already.
You don't need to chuckle at his chubby arms, I love each and every dimple.
Just tell me that he's perfect, because some truths are so wonderful that I never tire of hearing them.