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Tuesday, August 19th, 2008
in
Love
She calls me “mommy”, I call her “baby”.
She takes my hand, I gladly stand.
She smiles sweetly, my heart skips a beat.
She kisses me lovingly, I melt in a heap.
She calls me “mommy”, I call her “baby”.
She takes my hand, I gladly stand.
She smiles sweetly, my heart skips a beat.
She kisses me lovingly, I melt in a heap.
momx9 says...
Beautiful Jill! The love of a child will melt the hardest heart on earth. A child’s love is pure and I celebrate.
August 20th, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Jill says...
I find that sometimes it helps to have a poem or something to remember the good qualities when you are dealing with tantrums and all the other challenges.
It just melts my heart that no matter how many mistakes I make I know she will still love me! I hope she knows and learns that it is the same for her!
August 21st, 2008 at 11:44 am