Someone to talk to and open up the gates of the ugly cry.
A cold, cold Fresca with some cold, cold ice cubes.
Exhale.
That feels much better.
And then my Sweet Pickle drew me a picture and labeled it Mighty Mama - with very large arm and leg muscles. Because, he says, that means I'm strong.
And then last night during supper, my little Puddin' kept leanin' his head in over and over for more and more kisses and loveys. He even rubbed my leg a little. Sweet thing.
The night may continue for a while, but the sun does come up in the morning.
Merry Christmas, y'all. And because her words are so beautiful, go read Anna Maria Horner's short closing paragraph.
**Edited: Christmas Day, I signed on, because I'm sick like that, and this is the quote that greeted me:
The birth of Jesus is the sunrise in the Bible.
Well, Amen to that.
Well, Amen to that.
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Merry Christmas, girlie. Enjoy that precious family of yours.
Those are the sweet kisses from God sent through our babies to make sure we never give up and continue to press on. Sha God. He's so sweet. He says if He brings us to it, He'll bring us through it. Amen to that. Merry Christmas to my favorite twin in all the land. Without you, I'd have been lonely since birth. I love you.
I just stole this title from you today without even knowing I was stealing it :)
We must have great minds.
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