a note from mama today:
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Way back when, Warne wrote me the following little verse:

If I could make us something else
to be forever more,
I’d make us two forgotten spoons,
left cuddling in a drawer.

Today, I woke up to find this poem from my love:

My Valentine 2/14/2010

When I was 19 years of age
I wrote a poem for you,
A simple statement of my love,
a rhyming line or two;

I hoped we’d be forgotten spoons
left cuddling in a drawer.
Now years have passed and I can say
It’s all been so much more.

We’ve flown, and grown, and lived a life
together, you and me,
that most folks only dream about
but never comes to be.

So here we are, and life is good
and love grows even stronger,
and these two spoons, while not forgotten,
will cuddle much, much longer.

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my father is a good man–the best. i’m thankful, grateful, and proud to have grown up surrounded by their love. what a testimony.