It's daybreak, and from the nursery comes sounds of wakeful cooing. Our happy little angel is ready to start her day, while the others sleep, unaware that the sun has shown its beautiful face.
While I absorb the quiet of the moment and enjoy th eever changing view of spring, some little feet can be heard patting down the hallway.
Written by Trisha Romance about her painting called "Bright Eyes"
Author: Trisha Romance