A BOY IS

TRUTH with dirt on his face,

BEAUTY with a cut on his finger,

WISDOM with bubble gum in his hair,

and theHOPE of the future with a
frog in his pocket.

LITTLE GIRLS

Little girls are made of daisies and butterflies and soft kitty cat purrs

And all the precious memories of times that once were.

Little girls are made of angel's wings and giggles and a firefly's glow

And all the happy feelings, deep inside, that we all know.

Little girls are made of cinnamon and bubbles and fancy white pearls

And snowflakes and rainbows and ballerina twirls.

Little girls are made of sunshine and cupcakes and fresh morning dew,

And these are the reasons, little one, why everyone loves you.

Author: Karen Barnes



Saturday, November 14, 2009

At it's own pace...

My body does things at it's own pace.

I thought I'd of had surgery by now. NOPE. My estrogen is still climbing which means my follicles are still growing.

Which means...hour drives to the Dr. 7 days in a row now for blood work and ultrasounds to measure follicles.

The end result is worth it all...
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