I heard you were a wild one.
Like ur mama.
That u raise hell.
That u cause chaos.
That u pepper people with questions and bombard them with ur singing.
That u don’t need much sleep.
That ur favorite thing to do is eat.
That u only know one volume - LOUD.
That u’re a one woman circus.
That u don’t do anything for peanuts, ‘cause ur kind of antics deserve a standing ovation, and by golly, u’re gonna gonna stand there and keep going ‘til u get one.
That one is not enough for u…of anything.
Snacks.
Hugs.
Kisses.
That u play HARD,
and love HARD,
but that you work
EVEN HARDER.
That u’re “that one.”
The one they need to worry about.
I heard u were a wild one.
Like ur mama.
And this is me
telling u
that ur mama isn’t worried about a damn thing.
It’s the people who worry about u doing ur damn thing that I’m worried for
‘cause,
baby girl,
u don’t ever need to stop.
I heard u were a wild one.
Like ur mama.
That u can be “too much.”
Well, let me tell u this:
There’s no such thing as too much of a good thing, and u, sweet girl, are goodest of good things.
Remember that always.
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