Every day I watch you grow, and my heart swells with so much pride it bursts. I am constantly aware of how, with each day that passes, it is one less day that I will have with you.
We will never get this day back. Today will become yesterday, as sure as tomorrow will become today, and so on.
No, we will never see today again. But I have the rest of my life to give you so many magical tomorrows.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
early morning dream sequence
Today I rose before the sun.
I looked out my window and saw it
Wrapped in a blanket of fog.
She sleeps
He works
I think.
I am...
I am a castle of sand
An island of feathers
A pillar of salt
Water will wash me away
I looked out my window and saw it
Wrapped in a blanket of fog.
She sleeps
He works
I think.
I am...
I am a castle of sand
An island of feathers
A pillar of salt
Water will wash me away
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