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My Best Friend

I didn't write yesterday, so I will make up for that...yesterday was Preston's (Steven's best friend) Birthday. So Preston and his family came over to our apartment and we made a cake and all that good stuff. It was fun I guess, but I get aggravated. They have two boys, Hunter who is 6 and Tanner who is 4. They are "rough" boys, I guess I should say. So after an hour I was ready for them to go. Is that mean?

So I realized as I was reading my first post, that I made it seem as if I was mad at my mother or something. And I am not mad at her in any way. I also realized that it sounded as if we weren't friends anymore. My mom is and will always be my best friend. She is the person I admire and want to be when "I grow up." I love my mom with all that I am. She is who I think of when I have something exciting to tell. When I'm scared, I want my mom to be there to hold me, and make everything okay. My mom is an amazing woman. She is a great woman, she loves me and my sister, with all of her heart. She would do anything that she could for us. She loves my dad with a love that I have never seen before. I want a relationship like my parents have. I have always said that I want someone to love as much as my mom loves my dad. I look forward to having my mom with me throughout the things that I will go through in live. Getting married, having children...watching my children grow. I call my mom now for advice on Sandra and what to do. I call her so that she can tell me how to cook a meal...shes my best friend. Everyone needs a relationship like we have. In school mom, would go on band trips with me, and all the other kids called her mom, they all told me how my mom was cool, and how they wished their mom was like that. Which they weren't telling me anything I did't already know. I know she's the greatest. I love you momma so very much!

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine

My mom use to sing that song to me....Its Baby Mine from Dumbo.

Posted By Marti's Shadow @ 11:01 on Monday

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Lu said...: you're the greatest!

love you - Mom; 12:31 PM

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