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.
3 comments:
She is looking like you Holly. Thanks for sharing the pictures. You miss seeing all the changes. All those teeth and hair. She is a very pretty girl.
Seems she's changed so much since she was born, but yet still looks like her mommy. Very cute pictures.
She is SOOOO her Mommy, an adorable little girl! I am blessed beyond measure with daughter and grand-daughter so sweet.
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