By the world’s standards, I am well aware that my thighs are too big, my chest too small; my lashes are too short, my skirts too long; my hips are too full, my lips too thin; my roots are too dark, my skin too pale . . . but I am grateful for a precious little boy who loves to stare at me with the sweetest, most adoring gazes. I know that to him (and him alone), I am the most beautiful woman in the world. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
February23rd
3 Comments
3 Comments
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Comment by judy — February 23, 2009 @ 2:47 pm
where are the rest of the 69 pages?
i think little boys always look at their mommies like they are the most beautiful woman in the world. my little guy does it to me daily…i love it! remember we are their first love!
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Comment by Debbie Hyde — February 24, 2009 @ 1:55 pm
Awww! That was sweet, but oh so true.
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Comment by tami johnson — February 25, 2009 @ 10:44 pm
Does Bryan get offended when you refer to him as “little boy”? 🙂
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