Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Van my kant af..

11 Julie 2011

Van my kant af..

'n Paar fototjies - mens kan darm nie genoeg kyk na so 'n klein, perfekte babatjie nie. En as dit nog joune is ook, dan kan mens maar net heeldag kyk. Dit is wat ek doen op die oomblik terwyl my wonderlike man baie mooi vir ons sorg en al die huishoudelike take en admin doen (plus nog 'n bietjie tyd by sy werk spandeer), ek kyk vir my baba. En huil elke nou en dan so bietjie omdat hy so mooi is! Maar hulle se 'n mens mag maar.

Dis as hy my so stip aankyk, dat ek maar 'n paar trane kry.

Met 'n pragtige kleertjie van sy familie uit Holland

Hy lyk heel gelukkig by sy tannie! Wat binnekort vir hom 'n nefie gaan verskaf. Seker die dat hy so bly lyk!!

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