Thirty Eight Weeks. 1 sleep to go
Twas the night before baby george, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The nursery designed with so much care,
In hopes that baby geroge soon would be there.
The parents were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of baby geroge ran through their heads.
With bags packed and waiting by the door,
The parents tossed and turned, the silence no more.
Hours and minutes linger with nothing a decoy,
As fears become excitement and concerns turn to joy.
With darkness all around and lightness a while away,
The parents still tossed and turned, the emotions hard to convey.
As time ticked by and the sun began to rise,
The parents rolled over and opened their eyes.
They rose from their beds and together they smiled,
Today was the day they would meet their first child….
Remember happiness doesn’t depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely on what you think. Dale Carnegie