n sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.

Even when we were standing in the church and I was getting ready to take my vows, I can remember wishing that you were standing there, instead of him. Because I not only still loved you, but loved you beyond measure.

Can&#39;t do it, simply cause underneath &#39;em is too ugly.

Motherhood is a wonderful life. 
Busy always making sure our babies are warm and happy

Written By Anastasia purea

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