Hey Mama, A decade from now, those hyper little monkeys of yours will be big. Maybe even all grown up. Your life will be VERY different than it is now. You won’t recognize it. Maybe less chaotic. Maybe fewer cookie crumbs on the floor. Maybe less spit-up and tear-soaked (or snotty) shoulders; your clothes
Hey Mama, Right now they are popcorn. They are cracker jacks, laughing at anything and everything. Chuckle-heads with goofy humor. Faces that are chunky, crooked smiles, careless hair all over the place. Twinkly eyes because they don’t have a care in the world. Our children. Always our baby, we tell them. We’ll love you