Oh, give me patience when tiny hands tug at me with their small demands. And give me gentle and smiling eyes; keep my lips from sharp replies, and let no fatigue, confusion or noise obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys. So when, years later, my house is still no bitter memories its room may fill.
2 comments:
wow! you're a brave mommy...tanner's already riding motorcycles.. horses! what will he be doing at 4? Hehe:)
riding by himself!! LOL
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