Well, my biggest baby is turning seven on Saturday. I can not believe how fast these last seven years have gone by. She is truly a blessing to our family. As her mom, I am so fortunate to have such a special and close relationship with her. There is something about our relationship that is so powerful…I’m sure all you mothers that have daughters know what I am talking about. WOW!!!! She thinks like me and sometimes completes my thought/sentence. Not that I think like a seven year old on a regular basis. Don’t get me wrong, we do have our spats, but who doesn’t. If you see her on Sunday, wish her a happy birthday. Happy Birthday Brynn, I love you more than you’ll ever know, or at least until you have children of your own.
How do I??? February 22, 2007
I am attempting to add an image to a post, but it is huge. How do I make it smaller??
Walking Her Home- By Mark Schultz February 16, 2007
I heard this song on my way to work one morning. It is very dangerous to drive and cry!!!
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Her dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you’ll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
And he was ten feet off the ground
(Chorus)
He was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him
Down that old road
With the stars up above
He remembers where he was the night he fell in love
He was walking her home
Ten more years and a waiting room
At half past one
And the doctor said come in and meet your son
His knees went weak
When he saw his wife
She was smiling as she said he’s got your eyes
And as she slept he held her tight
His mind went back to that first night
(Chorus)
He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
A nursing home
At eighty-five
And the doctor said it could be her last night
And the nurse said Oh
Should we tell him now
Or should he wait until the morning to find out
But when they checked her room that night
He was laying by her side
Oh he was walking her home
And holding her hand
Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end
And just for a while they were eighteen
And she was still more beautiful to him than anything
He was walking her home
He was walking her home
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
Well, I made the move… February 16, 2007
Well, I jumped on the bandwagon and made the move. Blogger was requesting a google account, so I thought why not?? Hope you all are enjoying the weather. Hopefully, I can figure out this system. It’s been a little challenging for me so far.
