Fuzzy Wuzzy

Growing up I leaarned a little poem:



Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear

Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair

Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he?



I am not sure if I learned this from Mom or from one of my brothers or sisters. I am not sure what even brought it to my mind today. I rattled it off to the boys. At first they were like "what did you say?" I said it slowly. They liked it.



A few minutes later in the kitchen, Garrett said the poem back to me, but not quite the same words:



Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear

Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair

Fuzzy Wuzzy had no fuzz



Then Garrett went on with this:



Fuzzy Wuzzy had a farm e i e i o

And on that farm .........



My four boys keep me laughing and smiling. That's good for me because often I forget. I love them all. Baby Anna, of course, has totally captured my heart. And Julie, I love Julie with an eternal love, just as she does me.



Garrett is a very full boy. He is full of goodness. He is full of smiles. He is full of peace (I feel it just being with him). He is full of love.