Monday, December 5, 2011
dave
The wonderful field trips with mother, while father was at work. the favorite memory's of my childhood.All these good times, I wondered why Mother was outside crying. On Christmas eve I couldn't even sleep after i open that first present. Early the next morning mother woke us up and we raced down the stairs.
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Dear david
ReplyDeleteYou remember when I made you put on those hard hats and made you march to get to your presents? That was funny. I can't wait to spend more christmases with you
Love,
Mom