A Love Letter To My Baby SwingLauren Hartmann
I could not love a human baby more than our swing. Oh wait. That’s not true. I love Fern a lot more. But I really do love that swing. Having a baby swing allows me to remain sane so that I actually do still love my baby more than the swing.
And, because of my extreme love for this particular baby item I decided to write it a little love letter as a token of my appreciation….
Dearest Fisher Price My Little Lamb Cradle n’ Swing (Sheesh! You have a long name!),
I’ve been meaning to tell you how I feel about you for quite some time. I know this might seem a little bit fast since we’ve only been acquainted for a little over two months, but I can’t imagine my life without you. My life is better because of you. The soothing way about you and your soft “voice” that hums sweet, little lullabies to my baby makes my heart pitter patter. You’re so considerate – always offering to take the baby so I can get a break and maybe make myself a sandwich – you know the way to my heart.
I know you’re not a real looker, but I don’t care about looks. It’s what’s inside that counts – and inside of you lies a magical baby whisperer that more than makes up for the chunk of real estate you take up in my living room. I know our love can’t last forever no matter how much I’d like it to (you do have a 25 lb. weight limit after all), but I just want to take advantage of every beautiful moment of this wonderful thing we have going while I can.
I’m so glad you’re in my life baby swing.