Thursday, March 19, 2009

{coUnting mY BlessinGs}

My boys are everything to me. I can't imagine life without them. I wake up to their perfect smiles every day. I get to hear all the sweet, innocent things they say. I was blessed with two little funny men to raise and care for. What more could a girl want?
Two faces to wash, and four dirty hands
Two insistent voices, making demands
Twice as much crying, when things go wrong

Then four eyes closing, with slumber song
Twice as many garments, blowing on the line
Two cherubs in the wagon, soaking up sunshine

Work I do for two, naturally comes double
But four arms to hug me, repay all my trouble.

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