Dear Hunter and Tate,
I love it that you think my kisses magically make your owies better. When you fall or get a scratch, you immediately come over and have me kiss it and the crying stops. It makes me feel like a superhero. I will mourn the day that you no longer have me kiss your owies. Please don't grow up too fast!
Love you bunches,
Mommy
Friday, November 7, 2008
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