The cool crisp air
The warmth of the oven as the door opens
while oozing out the sweet smells of a fresh baked chocolate cake
the fresh pot of coffee fragrance wafts the room
as the aromas touche all the senses . . .
The beaters whizzing while the mixing bowl swirls 'round n 'round
ummmmm . . . sweet memories made
The door bell rings
Haddy giggles and clings to my legs
the patter of footsteps
a pleading voice to be held
A friendly smile
eyes that glisten with joy
chubby little fists that grasp firmly, lovingly,
smooth hands that lift her up
up, up . . . awww
a hug than a kiss that greets her
For now she knows - LOVE
the touch of a mothers' heart . . .
All but a sweet moment
"Bethy" . . . now a mommy herself.
"Auntie Joan" and HB enter the room
the heart beats with joy and ache to hold him
a quick change, the mixer stops the finished sweet smooth icing.
Two cups of coffee poured . . um m m m . . .
more sweet memories to cherish I get to finally hold him!
Lay him upon my chest over my heart . . . heart to heart
he slumbers and smells so, so, so wonderfully fresh
and his skin so soft . . . to caress him so gently
patiently gingerly soaking the three generations in
to the corners of my souls keepsakes.
To Love him, to squeeze him . . . to simply cherish him.
To wrap my arms around him with such awe and wonder
Bethy's . . . baby boy . . . Henry Boyce
and Hadassah Roses' desire to . . .
"I waaaant to Luuuuve him, I waaaant to graaaaab him, I waaaant to hooooold him"
We Loved every moment with all three of you,
even though it was but a moment!
We Love You!
ahhhhhh
