My Angels

There was another snow storm overnight that gave us eight to ten inches of snow they said. The snow storm had a name that began with a C but I forgot what it was. My little angels were snug and warm in their little beds. They fall asleep quickly, Owen was looking at a book of pictures.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, your love go with me through the night, and keep me til the morning light.

Don't let the bed bugs bite...