WHO DAT?!?!?

Rhonda & Kristi

The day of the Super Bowl!

A Friend of Gabby's, Caroline, Did This

Looks so grown up!

Girls Doing Their Hair Before the Tea Actually Starts

Caelin gave Gabby some flowers to Gabby this year. He even wrote a poem. Maybe I can get him to publish it on his blog. Makes a momma want to cry! My sweet boy!

You Only Turn 13 Once

We are celebrated out over here (or I am) with Gabby's birthday this year. We went to here Mammaw's one day, Nana's the next, and a few weeks later, we (tried) to surprise her, and then a tea with her friends from church. So hence, 4 cakes.

It Must Have Been the Bean and Rice

Robby wrote me a song this year instead of a poem, and here it is. Gabby surprised me with a poem she wrote for me. It surely was a good Valentine's day! Oh, Robby's is to the tune of Barbara Mandrel's song, "It Must Have Been the Mistletoe."

It must have been the beans and rice,
The table setting that looked so nice.
The magic in the winter's air,
That feeling everywhere.

It must have been the high school dance;
Your hair, your blouse, your pretty hands;
They way you moved, they way you smiled.
That made me love you.

Our first Valentine's Day.
More than we'd been dreaming of.
Old Saint Valentine had his fingers crossed,
That we would fall in love.

It could have been our graveyard date,
On Douglas Highway in the evening late.
Or maybe just the stars so bright;
That shined above you.

It could have been the highway trip,
When Grandmother let her question slip.
She asked me if I loved you too,
I smiled and said I do.

Our first Valentine's Day,
More than we'd been dreaming of.
Old Saint Valentine had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love.
Robby February 2010
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And here is Gabby's:

Thank You Momma

Thank you Momma for being mine.
Thank you for bringing me into this world.
Thank you for always loving me.
Thank you for loving Daddy and my siblings.
Thank you for your advice and comfort.
Thank your for spoiling us sometimes.

I love you because you are mine.
I love you for loving me.
I love you when you act silly.
I love you for being my "Mussa."
I love you when you beat me or throw me off
my chair in solitaire.
I just love you for all those little things.
Gabby
February 2010