When I was little we used to sing to our Mom's for Mother's Day. Every year I sing this song all day long and remember being little: I often go walking in meadows of clover, and I gather armfulls of blossoms of blue. I gather these blossoms the whole meadow over. Dear Mother all flowers remind me of you! I love you Mom, your the greatest!
Every one knows how much I love my Mother-in-law! Vicki, you raised a pretty nice boy. You're a wonderful woman, a great Mother, and an incredible Grandmother! Thank you! We love you!
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