There are times when my heart just melts when I find or hear evidences of my children learning how to get along. This morning was one such time, when I found a note that Bekah wrote to Philip (original spelling included):
Dear, Philip I don't want to fight. That meens I regret it. Regret meens I wish I hadn't done it. Our next theme will be detectives. I knew you would like it. Your my best friend. With love, Rebekah
On the back is Philip's reply:
I don't want to fight either. I want to be your best frend.
With love, Philip
Dear, Philip I don't want to fight. That meens I regret it. Regret meens I wish I hadn't done it. Our next theme will be detectives. I knew you would like it. Your my best friend. With love, Rebekah
On the back is Philip's reply:
I don't want to fight either. I want to be your best frend.
With love, Philip
6 comments:
I am sure you are keeping that note, it is so precious!
oh my those kids are too funny!!
That is so sweet! :) Gotta love those kids.
On a different note, can you let me on your blog, with my blog, so I don't have to sign in and out a million times? Yah know what I mean, Jean? Like invite me or do something. <3 ya!
Aww, that is so sweet!
...my precious grandkids! You and Andrew are doing a good job, Raylin!
Blessings to you today!! ~love, Mom
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