Saturday, 28 February 2009

Love is being a mother

Love is scaring away monsters in the middle of the night, then again at
1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.

Love is putting peanut butter on anything as long as they'll eat it!

Love is knowing how to disguise vegetables 30 different ways.

Love is reading the same bedtime story for the 999th time.

Love is a hug around the knees.

Love is watching Mr. Rogers instead of All My Children.

Love is cutting off the crusts.

Love is a refrigerator covered with creative works of art.

Love is not grimacing through the dirtiest of diapers.

Love is trading in the Camero for a station wagon.

Love is the magic kiss that heals all owies.

Love is a cuddly kid in a blanket sleeper.

Love is the first kick, first smile, first laugh, first step, first
anything.

Love is your child pointing to a picture of Christie Brinkley and saying
"mama".
Happy 22nd Birthday to you my dear, Vivian. Mama will even cart away the monster for you, wherever and ever. Loads of LOVE from all at home.

4 comments:

agnes said...

oh.. that's loving.. happy birthday to vivian...

Swiss Palma said...

Thank you dear Agnes...you have a nice day too.

Uncle Lee said...

Hi Swiss Palma, I was googling for KL's BB park cabaret, got into your posting of that Elderly people's home, the old man dancing, being an kaki cabaret young days.

Love your blog, and nice song selections too.
You sure have style.

Nice prose you have her....allow me to add,
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.

And a mother is a never ending song in our heart of comfort, happiness and being.
We may sometimes forget the words, but we will always remember the tune.

You keep a song in your heart and have a pleasant week. Best regards, Lee.

Swiss Palma said...

Thank you Uncle Lee for your kind words and taking time to read my blog.

It is people like you who give encouragements and help make this world a better place.

Wishing you great health and happiness always!