Valentine's Day 2009

This day is weird when you're single. You're remind..."hey, you're single!"

:/

But the day really is about love. My mom used to buy me and my brother Vday cards every year simply because she loved us.

So I have many loves.

My Daughter is my greatest love.

My girlfriends - my awesome sisters! Yo, Lisa, Yolanda, Gloria, Rashida, Cynthia....

My sister/cousin -I LOVE YOU so much. Our mothers are so proud of us!

My NEW loves - Ginnie, my sis and yeah...even my boy Russ, my brother.....coolness...new lifelongers.

My dad and my brother - I love ya'll

The light brights - Braxton, Braylee, Loveday and Miles.....generation next!

and even Zeus......love ya even though you're scared of your own shadow.

I wish all of you mad LOVE!!

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