Monologue Of A Baby Research Paper

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

I love you and have been in love with you for a long time, my heart❤ has found its way to you with all my love. I want to be with you and only you. I have never known someone so beautiful, and honest. I love the memories that we made together, i will treasure them like i treasure my love for you, you just mean so much to me. Just seeing your smiling face or hearing you heart-melting voice brightens up the worst of days and I'd like you to know that I love you so much, more than I have ever loved anyone. I want to stay with you for as long as you'll let me.

I've never felt this strongly about someone who I know would rather have a safe friendship. I know, shocking, I'm telling you everything so I guess I should go wash my mouth out with soap. Ok I'm getting off task here, I didn't write this to sulk in the past. I wrote this as an appreciation letter and to hopefully make you smile. Ok to start things off there's just something about you that throws me completely off and I love it. I really wish I could put into words the way I see you, because if you could see yourself through my eyes you would never have a doubt in the world. Maybe you're the sun and I'm the moon and we were never meant to collide, but wouldn't it be spectacular if we did? I can never stay mad at you, I can't stand not talking to you and I can't stand the thought of us not being friends. I just adore everything about you and I could probably spend an eternity describing you, but for now I'll only talk about one. Your eyes are so god damn beautiful I could drown in them and when you look at me I know the universe is looking right at me because your eyes are the stars in the night sky. I care for you a lot and I want to be there for you, when you're sad, when you're in trouble, when you're depressed, I want to be there to support you no matter

I know I may not always tell you enough how much I truly am in love with you and how how much I appreciate everything you do for me babe and I'm sorry. I never want a moment to go by where you wonder how I feel about you or question how much I appreciate your love. I can still remember everything from that first night we met. I never had any idea going into that night I would meet the girl of my dreams, but by the end when I could talk to you for 3 hours straight and never be at a loss of words I knew right then we had something special. Ever since that night I have been head over heels for you babe and 3 months later my love for you is stronger than ever before. Seeing your smile truly makes me the happiest man ever, I will never ever be tired

I needed to write you this to show you how much you mean to me. However, no matter how many words I use, it won't be enough. Just the thought of you makes me smile. And being in your arms is the best feelings in the world.

She licked the side of her index finger as if it had honey on it. Deciding to go inside to get scissors before she finished unboxing this mysterious package on her doorstep, she opened the door and dropped the box inside. Almost instantaneously, something inside the box started crying. This was NOT normal, she kept telling herself. Boxes don’t make noises. And definitely nothing she had ordered recently would make the petrifying sound that was coming out of the package in front of her.

You leave me speechless. I want you to be happy. I want you to know that I will never bring you down. I will ALWAYS raise you up. You will always have my support. I will always have your back. I am a helper, carer, and protector. I appreciate you and am proud of you. You are the most attractive man, heart, and soul that I know. You make me so happy. You aren’t boring at all. I like your eye; they say a lot about you. I like your lips and tongue they drive me crazy and they make kissing you extra special and nice. You have a killer smile that makes me giggle like a little school girl inside. I’ve told you more about me than even my family knows. I love you. If there is anything you want to know about me just ask. I’m an open book.

When I was a little girl I played with dolls all the time, I would bath them, comb their hair, and dress them as if they were my very own babies. My mother, and grandmother would buy me a doll every birthday and Christmas, I would keep them all in my room in a bed that I had made especially for them. As I got older I began to have less interest for the dolls and more interest in babies so I decided to get a babysitting job. I would watch all of the babies in my neighborhood for free, I loved babies so much that I would watch them in my spare time but mainly on the weekends. There was this one particular baby that I would babysit on Sundays named Christin, he was the most handsome and happy baby I've ever seen and he was also my favorite. After

Design a baby ? Who pays thousands of dollars to build a baby ? The point of designing a baby so couples have the ' perfect baby ' . The ' perfect baby ' doesn't come at the perfect price . These baby's are only meant for the upper , rich couples.A designer baby isn't sounds nice and all but what happens when the ' perfect ' baby is used to replace its sick older siblings. A baby is a gift from god , not a toy from a factory.

Jeff and Jennifer are returning clients to the baby photography studio. I met them when they brought in their 3-year-old daughter, Charleigh as a newborn. It's always an honor when clients are so impressed with my work that they return with their new, precious family member. Time sure flies too. It seems like only yesterday that Charleigh was as tiny as her new sister.

Baby girl your brother say hey. Life back home is not so great. My job is not good enough to provide food for me and your brother. I have to send your brother to the work force. We need the extra money in order to get more food in the house. You knew they went up on the cost of meat. Remember them sandwiches you always eat I still make them for your brother. Well we been eating them same sandwiches for two weeks straight. Babygirl when i decide to send your brother off to the workforce please do not be mad. I know your brother is 12 but we need the extra money . He will be working at factories , bakeries , or at grocery stores. I heard the government will be putting children in that field of work.

Mr. and Mrs. West welcomed a baby boy today! Congratulations to them on their new blessing.

We walk outside and as we step out I asked her “So how did he end up treating you?”, I felt her mood swing in an instant. She replies “Please don’t make me think of the past, we’re in present time.” she says are her eyes begin to water up. Then after several seconds breaking the silence I heard her stomach growl, we look at eachother and start to giggle. Atlast I have made her smile once again and everything starts to fade.

I remember you were drunk when you first said, I love you. I didn’t know how to respond, because I didn’t know. You told me that you would visit me in college, that we would make it work. We were both naive back then. But that day, I told you back, that I did love you. And since then I have, without a doubt.

I want to remember how I hugged his forearm, like holding his hand just wasn’t enough. How your arm hung so gracefully on my shoulder and mine slinked shyly around your waist. how we felt formidable walking down the street like that together. Formidable. There is no other word. It felt like that was all we did, take on city blocks one at a time like they were ours to take. You with your redeye and cigarettes, me with my cappuccino. How on that last day, I untangled myself from you and, oh, I was so worried. I asked you if you would call me, would we still talk?” my voice got tiny and blubbery and of course you said, of course, and you held the back of my neck the way only a man you’re in love with can do the right way- a way that sends shivers up your spine and blankets you in a wave of security at the same time.