She ran up to me the other day, clutching a Valentine she found tucked away in one of her many purses.
"Mama," she said all excited, "You have my heart."
What can I add to that comment? Nothing. Nothing at all. She's always had my heart. And her Daddy's. And her Bubby's and Sissy's.
3.08.2009
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