What I love.

I was singing a song, I don't even remember what it was, and art asked me why I was singing that song.  "I just love it, that's why."  Lewis observed, "Momma, you like a lot of dinners that you make, you love Papa and... You love songs.  You love all those things!"  

Yep.  That pretty much sums it up.

--
Jessica


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  1. AnonymousApril 7, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    most beautiful post ever. I gotteary. Bubbe

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