Saturday, July 16, 2011
He's Playing My Heart Strings Again
Dear Son: Grabs my hand and whispers to me, "Mommy, when I grow up I'm going to live right next to you!"
Me: With heart full of warm fuzzies,"That would be wonderful, Sweet Boy! I will remind you of that when you turn 30!"
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