This goes out to my two girls
Who maintain the spin of a chaotic world.
You bear great burdens of thought and time,
To keep your cohorts in somewhat line.
You manage it all with a grace and smile,
Allowing the rest to dance all the while.
You are true darlings in every sense of the word,
You offer a perch for the tweeting bird.
Your work can be thankless,
Please do not grimace;
We realize, that without you, there is no us.
So...we cannot give you money.
We offer no jewels, no fancy air-brushed shirts and not a single door prize.
But you must be reminded...
We LOVE yous guys.
Kelly and Kara, thank you so much for all that you do for us. Yours are the shoulders on which we stand.