Sitting and rocking, rocking, rocking.
Twenty pounds of snuggly warmth snoring gently on my shoulder.
Sitting and rocking, rocking, rocking.
The scent of baby shampoo intertwined with milk breath.
Sitting and rocking, rocking, rocking.
A restless stretch, belch and sigh of contentment.
Sitting and rocking, rocking, rocking.
M.W.
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