Seven years ago you thrilled me on Saturday nights when you would hiccup your way through your father’s races. As soon as his group of cars would come onto the track, you would wake up and hiccup until the race was over. I would feel you moving as I drove to school in the mornings, singing at the top of my lungs in my sister’s VW Bug. The sound of your heartbeats in the doctor’s office and the sight of your tiny hands and feet would bring a sigh of happiness and contentment to my soul.
I am so blessed that you both choose me to come to. Of all the women in the world, I am the one that got to carry and nourish you for nine months inside my body. The day you were born, I was the one blessed to meet you for the first time. To hold you, tell you I love you and promise to take care of you to the best of my ability. It’s been wonderful getting to know you as individuals, and I look forward to seeing you become the people you were meant to be. Thank you for being you.
I love you Moosie and Rokimus. Happy seven years of life!
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How beautiful! You are lucky to have such great kids, and they are lucky to have such a great mom. Happy Birthday to the kids!
I also feel lucky to know them as well. They are interesting, creative and fun indiviuals that I have grown to love along with you. Thank you for letting me be part of their lives. But of coarse they are cool creative little beings, look who their mother is.
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