Some Things Don't Make Any Sense at All

Here's a little poem entitled, that Jacob memorized and recited with a few other classmates at our Mothers Day Brunch:


Some Things Don't Make Any Sense At All

My mom says I'm her sugar plum
My mom says I'm her lamb
My mom says I'm completely perfect just the way I am

My mom says I'm her super
special
wonderful
terrific
little guy

My mom just had another baby... WHY?


I hope my sweet Jacob knows that I was hoping for another baby just as wonderful as him. I'm so blessed.