11-08-2013, 05:25 PM
I remember the day my daughter did not want to sit on my lap like it was yesterday. Now, when my last daughter does that I might cry alone at some point. Maybe singing "I'm all out of love"
When my Son doesn't come running to the door excited to see me after I get home from work, I might hang my head just a bit down some but I think he has a few more years of gold in him.
When my Son doesn't come running to the door excited to see me after I get home from work, I might hang my head just a bit down some but I think he has a few more years of gold in him.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.