The wobbly feet, taking two steps and then giving away...
The angelic smile, that wipes the creases away...
The anxious eyes looking at the bottle in his mother's hand...
Would that be the yummy milk or the even yummier orange juice?
Batting the beautiful long lashes to appease her father...
Daddy! I won't spill my cerelac again...
The hearty gurgle, when tickled...
The rising blush, when cuddled...
Beaming in her sleep...
As if she saw fairies who came to peep...
Streaming hot tears...
When mommy is nowhere near...
The innocent wet pecks...
Simply de-stress...
The age of innocence...
Cherished...Reminisced...
:) Beautiful!
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