Bill Giyaman posted Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t .
So true watching my husband raise our kids the love the discipline the good and not good times I love you Mr.B and I wouldn't pick another to do this with I love you and the way you love our kids and now grandkids its gets better
boys will be boys. I love my little man♥ If I could close my eyes for ONE day and go back I know which one I'd pick and spend it on that day and live there ALL day.GOD HOW I LOVE MY BOYS ♥ who are men now.