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:
Very cool pictures. Those 3D ultrasounds show so much detail. Can't wait to see what he looks like in person!
Well, I'm in Love...
Can't wait to see the "combo" baby :)
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