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:
Love the pictures! Especially the finger up the nose, you got that from your dad! And Justin, what's with those crazy eyes. Pretty Cute!
Was it just the 2 of you?! Fun fun! Where'd you go to eat?
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