Kids-Can't Live With 'em, Can't Live Without 'em

Think about how much 'stuff' you can have if you didn't have kids.
Think about how many places you can go, if you didn't have kids.
You can have a huge financial portfolio if you didn't have kids.
Think about how much frustration you have because you have kids.

Then think about how empty your life would be, how wasted eternity would be without kids.

Song by Deanna Edwards:
Two Little Shoes

They are all scuffed and worn from adventures
That only a child understands.
The laces, once broken, are mended.
Tied in knots by a boy's tiny hands.
When his two chubby arms come around me
In a hug I can never refuse
I think all the wonders of heaven
Are tucked in those two little shoes.

And each night I kneel.
My heart sings a prayer.
Thanks, dear God, for one little boy
And two little shoes on the stair.

I think of the harsh words I've spoken
When those shoes scattered mud on the floor,
But I know that my heart would be broken
If someday they weren't there any more.
I see them at night where you left them
On your way to a dream coming true.
My heart fills with love overflowing
When I look at those two little shoes.

And each night I kneel.
My heart sings a prayer.
Thanks, dear God, for one little boy
And two little shoes on the stair.

Thanks, dear God, for one little boy
And two little shoes on the stair.

A second song:
Remember me

Remember me
whenever you see a sunrise.
Remember me
whenever you see a star.
Remember me
whenever you see a rainbow,
Or woods in autumn colors from afar.

Remember me
whenever you see the roses,
or seagulls sailing high in a sky of blue.
Remember me
whenever you see waves shining in the sun,
And remember, I'll be rememb'ring you.

Remember me
whenever you see a teardrop,
Or meadows still wet with the morning dew.
Remember me
whenever you feel love growing in your heart,
And remember I'll be rememb'ring you.

Remember me
whenever you feel love growing in your heart,
And remember I'll be rememb'ring you.

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