My little men are growing to fast
Soon these happy days will be in the past.
At ages 12 and 4 they wrestle and fight, but always
make sure to say I love you at the end of the night.
How I wish I could make time stand still, put a freeze
frame on time and enjoy the way we feel.
But the clock keeps on moving and the boys keep on growing,
so I must live for now and enjoy what we are sowing.
And when I am old and gray and my little men come to visit me for the day,
we will look back and remember the roads that took us this way.
Being a mom is a great gift bestowed upon me,
and I will always treasure it with glee.
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