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A Love Like That

Father and Mother, years and years have gone by yet love has kept its home in your eyes. You've got a love you can sink your teeth in, you've got a love I can believe in... Like fresh cut lilacs and the swing outside on the very best tree besides the Cherry and Maple, Bradford Pear and Apple we all used to climb in the summer heat, running fast on dewy grass wearing bare feet. Dad and Mom, we Maple Tree love you. Although things have and will change, something about your love will always stay the same... Small house in a small town white-gold rings and life's simple things are what you're about. Three kids who adore you with all they've got. You're rich with what can't be bought. You've got a love like: that I was four years old with my two favorite people, holding on to my fishing pole. I hear Dad's laugh and look, Mom fell flat in the river with water clear up to her shoulders and we all laugh. Yeah, you've got a love like: that You've got a love you can sink your teeth in, you've got a love I can believe in. Like huddling together through a storm in the summer looking at both of you I wonder: Aren't you afraid of anything? You...weren't. After we caught fireflies Mom, you helped me name mine and let me keep it inside. You nursed Joel back to health after the bee hive and earring incidents. Susanna too with her 'Job' blisters and falling off the slide on her head and you pulled out the stones in my knee while I ungratefully screamed. And Dad with your arms of love coming in for an 'everything's ok' hug. Thank you for that. Dad and Mom we Maple Tree love you. Small house in a small town white-gold rings and life's simple things are what you're about. Three kids who adore you with all they've got. You're rich with what can't be bought. You've got a love like: that

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Date: 4/11/2011 1:39:00 PM
Touchy and moving write, joy
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