Mancub's Kindness -- a photo journal








I tried displaying these photos creatively the other day. I had a slide show ready and it wouldn't work when I attempted posting it. How rude! This is the Valentine's Day gift my son gave to me ... and continues to give me daily. I was so touched. Like any mom would do, I put this up on my refrigerator. It's a real pick-me-up!

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  1. TopSurfFebruary 24, 2009 at 6:14 PM

    That is all kinds of awesomeness Riss. Treasure that forever. It's beautiful.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2009 at 7:56 PM

    Good job, Mancub!

    Nothing like makin' Mom happyified 'n' stuff!

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  3. SherrieFebruary 24, 2009 at 8:39 PM

    There are mothers all over the world who would give up a limb to have a relationship with their child like you have with Mancub. He is a very special young man. Thanks for sharing his VDay gift here, it's so sweet.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2009 at 10:37 PM

    Riss, this made me get all teary eyed. Mancub is the best kind of kid. Keep that forever!

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2009 at 10:52 PM

    Yay! I loved that!!! Thank you so much for posting a pic. Mancub, like his mama, is the BEST!!

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  6. CatFebruary 25, 2009 at 7:10 AM

    A very very sweet guy ya got there!

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2009 at 6:29 PM

    OMG!! *sniff* *sniff* He's amazing.

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  8. RuprechtFebruary 26, 2009 at 10:53 AM

    Why in the world was Rupe "Anonymous" up there ... ?!?!?

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  9. MarissaFebruary 26, 2009 at 11:00 AM

    Rupe, I knew it was you. You have a special way of communicating.

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  10. AnonymousMarch 2, 2009 at 8:42 AM

    Awe that is just the sweetest Valentine ever! You are a very lucky and special Mom.

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