Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Twin Tuesday

 
There are two to wash; there are two to dry,
there are two who argue, there are two who cry.
One's in the mud having a ball,
the other holds a crayon, another marked wall.


Some days seem endless and my patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen to be a mother of twins?


The answer comes clear at the end of each day,
As I tuck them in bed and to myself I say,
There are two to kiss, there are two to hug,
And best of all, there are two to love.
-Author Unknown


Dayr + Boris

Taylen + Boris

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