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.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sista Christmas
This is how we's roll Christmas in Flo-rida. You knows you jealous of our matching track suits.
I'm jealous for many reasons: a. you have track suits b. you got to hang out with your sister for Christmas c. you're only wearing track suits in lieu of my many coats, scarves and beanies and d. Melanee's expression
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I'm jealous for many reasons: a. you have track suits b. you got to hang out with your sister for Christmas c. you're only wearing track suits in lieu of my many coats, scarves and beanies and d. Melanee's expression
This should be called, "Sista Christmas!" Love it! Especially the socks with the flip flops! Hotties!! :)
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