Landyn (1820’s)

its a cold fall morning and it’s foggy outside and it’s raining and it’s Saturday and I sit up in my crib and smell coffee brewed downstairs in the kitchen while I sit up and listen to the sound of birds singing outside the window pains and the sounds if chatter coming from the house next door Landyn Walks into my nursery and lays diwn on the floor next to my crib and gently rubs my belly through the woodwork of my crib Landyn: Hey….Hows Mommy’s Sleepyhead Doing today…?