5.23.2011

Maybe I'll Build Him a Cake or Something

At least once a day, (at the least) my Tiny lil' sweet angel baby says unto me,

Mama, you nice.

But sometimes you be mean.

But right now, you nice.

 And just out of nowhere he'll say, Mama, I like you.

Know how that makes me feel?
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Our love is like a flock of doves, 
flying up to heaven above. 
Always and forever. 
Always and forever. 
Yes, our love is truly great. 
Always and forever.
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