Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Proof


Dear Lincoln,

I know you're thirteen.

And, you have much more "important" things to do than vacuuming your room.

But, you used to love to do this.

And, you cried every time I took it away from you.

Now, get to work.

Your Mean (but, oh how I still love you to pieces) Momma


  1. "Train up a child..." Okay, so that's not really what that verse means, but I say you can claim it for the housework.

    Can't get over how much Lincoln looks like Max. Brothers for sure! Wish I was close enough to kiss that precious little boys face. I'll always treasure my short time loving on him.