In the accounting scheme of a parent's heart, a child's life is worth everything.
Hers certainly is.
Her smiles made our hearts sing.
Her snuggles make our hearts swell.
Her laughter made our hearts leap.
Her kisses make our hearts melt.
Our hearts are full. And we would give anything.
February 2008
February 2009JEB
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Roses is red,
Jelly am sweet,
I love Celia as much,
As the "Shim" I'll meet.
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