I rock them to sleep with spoken lullabies of love. Love that never fails and endures through time. The love of their mother who prays to be enough. The love of Grandparents in heaven who are always near. And the greatest Love of all. The Love that heals broken hearts and dreams. The Love that soothes fears and promises a life complete. The Love that brings light to the dark and joy to the sad. Their lullaby is a story of children loved so deeply on both sides of the veil.
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I guess I just assumed that when you used the term "bffs" - I would somehow be in the picture. Guess you use that term pretty loosely. At least now I know. (note to self - post pictures of me having good time with other girl friends, and call them my bffs. Second note to self - find other girls who are willing to pose as friends.)
Third note (not necessarily to self) Rob says that last post was harsh - but I can assume that my real bff knows that it was all a joke.
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