To be able to travel for miles
For the storage atop your wheels
For the memories of my children's smiles
For the soreness my leg afterward feels
You began with two small youth
And along came number three
Three heads under your canopies two
Thrice the desire to roam free
Of your mobility this is truth
I am indebted to the woman who gave me you.
It is a silly imperfect poem, but I love this stroller. It has helped me keep my sanity and moral through not having a second car.
~The Hoveys
1 comment:
Amen to that! My husband says I have a fettish with strollers (we have three, all of which were given to me in some form or fashion). I totally agree with the freedom you feel with a stroller with kids and no second car.
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