September 29, 2011

When my oldest son was 4 years old he came to me with his heart in his hand. Literally. Oh, he also had a black crayon. He handed them both to me and said, "Write this, momma." So I did.

Even now, with three grown sons, (and one half-way there) I often wonder what I'm writing on their hearts......

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