"Here Mom, I picked a flower for you." Everywhere we go, David and Will hand me their gifts with shy smiles and then turn and run off excitedly. Now carrying around a handful of smashed dandelion heads can get a little tiresome, BUT it never fails to put a smile on my face. Am I worried about growing old and being lonely? Nah- I have my boys. And boys love their moms. I'm pretty convinced they'll always take good care of me.
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ok, so so sweet! I want a little boy so bad. Tate is such a daddy's girl and it's making me a little sad!
hey if it's not flowers you know you'll get ice cream made out of play dough. David was SO adamant that it was yours he wouldn't let anyone else touch it! so sweet!
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