i'll scratch your back
you don't have to
scratch mine
i'll be fine
just making YOU
happy
*This is Lincoln. (age 2 1/2)
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Glad to hear it! I'll be lying on the couch waiting for it... :)
ReplyDeleteAh, but dear son, i've always known you to be more loving than myself. :)
ReplyDeleteNonsense! You know what they say...
ReplyDeleteA Mother's Love
A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.
oh no! Your competitive side, and desire to win this arguement has taken you to a low level! Copy and pasting someone's sentimental thoughts to secure a back scratch?!?! We need to talk!
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