|My little laundry helper|
|Rose (almost 100 years old) and Rosie (1 year old)|
|Nectarine popsicle on the Highline|
|This was Rosie's entertainment while I was shopping :)|
|Baptistry set up in the Buntings' kitchen|
Had I no little feet to guide
Along life's toilsome way,
My own more frequently might slide,
More often go astray.
But when I meet my baby's eyes,
At God's own bar I stand,
And angels draw me t'ward the skies
While baby holds my hand.