There's two to wash, There's two to dry; There's two who argue, There's two who cry. One's in the mud, Having a ball; The other holds a crayon... Another marked wall. Some days seem endless, My patience grows thin. Why did God choose me To be a mother of twins? The answer comes clear- At the end of the day, As I tuck them in bed And to myself I say... There's two to kiss, There's two to hug; And best of all, Thank You, God, for two to love.
2 comments:
the computer is one of the funnest toys around mama! Kaia is constantly wanting to type on it
Better nip that in the bud or you'll pay for it worse later! LOL! I want to see what the screen looked like when they were done! Ha ha!
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