tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701681458394018606.post3329375842783607426..comments2023-08-13T04:28:57.697-05:00Comments on One Mom's Year of Gratitude: Day 153.Hilaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01569139526422284674noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701681458394018606.post-87266228475600976722009-06-06T21:58:44.244-05:002009-06-06T21:58:44.244-05:00Sounds like our cousin visits when we used to cry ...Sounds like our cousin visits when we used to cry because we had to go back home! We always had so much fun together that it was hard to leave. Maybe one day you can teach them the Patty Duke song to sing: "Meet Dylan who's lived most everywhere, from Zanzibar to Berkeley Square. But Anya's only seen the sights from Brooklyn Heights, what a crazy pair. But they're cousins! Identical cousins, all the way. One pair of matching BOOKIES, different as night an day." Miss you! Love, Claire :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1701681458394018606.post-85482557364022295472009-06-02T23:20:27.517-05:002009-06-02T23:20:27.517-05:00definitely should not have read this right before ...definitely should not have read this right before going to bed. open the flood gates!laranoreply@blogger.com