For Chrissie

For Chrissie What a beautiful young woman you've grown up to be. Your two little boys are little apples, that have fell very close to the tree. One is two, the other three. Treasure these times with them as they will fly by. I remember when you were their age. Those eyes, so big and brown. And that smile could light up any big city town. Teach them well. Give them everything you are. You`ll have nothing to worry about. They will sure go quite far. You`re such a good mother. So kind, so true. Your little angel boys are the luckiest to have you.