Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. ~ Emily Dickinson



Thursday, May 20, 2010

Hope just came running to me all excited and said "Happy Birthday Mommy".
I told her it wasn't my birthday today and she says "Happy Mother's Day Mommy".
I didn't have the heart to tell her that today isn't Mother's Day.
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