Ok I could eat Della for breakfast!....Aw...we missed running into you at the Easter Pageant this year...oh wait I guess that's cuz we didn't go. Looks like you guys got your famous spot against the wall. :)
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.
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Ok I could eat Della for breakfast!....Aw...we missed running into you at the Easter Pageant this year...oh wait I guess that's cuz we didn't go. Looks like you guys got your famous spot against the wall. :)
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