Please come with us.
Ben loves you. He cries when you leave. He calls you "mama!" and me "Monie!" He asks for you to hold him. He likes your dogs. He loves Mrs. Beasley. Today, when frightened at Arties Playhouse and distrustful of mom, he asked for you to hold him. He knows how to sneak into your bag for chocolate and get away with it. Last night we all cuddled on your bed and watched Dancing With The Stars and he fell asleep in 2 minutes. He loves you...he really loves you.
Elizabeth loves you. She sticks her tongue out at you. She lets you hold her when awake or asleep. Youre ok with her screaming at you. You like to play dress up and have staring contests. She laughs when you play with her and goes cross eyed for you. She loves you...she really loves you.
We leave Sunday morning after church. Our next get together isnt for months. You will always be "MAMA!" and I will always the woman who puts him in time out and has to pay attention to "the other" or "beebee".
You should come with us.
