We wiped bottoms and washed faces,
And took our children to many places.
We cut countless meals into tiny bites,
We made it through untold, sleepless nights.
We survived those frightening, terrible twos,
We wiped bottoms and washed faces,
And took our children to many places.
We cut countless meals into tiny bites,
We made it through untold, sleepless nights.
We survived those frightening, terrible twos,
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2013©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com. I consider myself blessed because the God of all creation continually shows me He has been by my side through the countless heartaches and tragedies of my earthly pilgrimage. Without Him, I would not have made it. I love to write about life's humorous moments, blessings and miracles. I also write about how God carried me through soul tearing times. I want to share that hope. I have found there's no one without hope as long as a person still has a breath left.