by Kyla, age 8
Mom you are like a rose
when you are mad
it hurts my heart
like a thorn pricks my finger
but your thorns soon dull
and a bud blooms
and your flower
lasts a lot longer
than your sharp thorns.
(This poem sounds vaguely insulting, but it is so beautifully written and very true—I have a temper and Kyla found the beauty in it. This shows the depth of Kyla’s own beauty. Truly an amazing child.)
* * * * * *
Snuggling with me
Shopping for food
Baking our family
Gardening in the garden
Resting on the couch
Typing on the computer
Reading us books
Driving us places
Loving our family
Understanding us
Buying useful stuff
I love my always smiling mom.
Piper, age 7
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Sadly, I seemed to misplaced Wesley’s Mother’s questionnaire. I know he knows I’m 40 years old and thinks I like jumping on the trampoline with him. 
We still did our annual Mother’s Day family pictures. This year, I asked my beloved friend, Susanne, to take pictures of us, and I like them about as much as I liked the professional ones we’ve had (much better than 2014 at, literally, fraction of the cost).
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Beautiful pictures and words from your sweet kids. :)
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