Saturday, August 04, 2007

Keep breathing

"Mama, when I think of you, I get warm all over," the girl.

"Mama, I want to spend time with you ...just us... every day, 'cause it feels like we're with Dada more than with you," the boy.

And then ...
they started making me c r a z y

... breath, breath, breath and breath some more!

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