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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Heading to a wedding for one of my son's friend. There is nothing that marks the passage of time like events such as these. The children, they once were, no longer exist. They are all people with lives of their own. There is sadness in the reality of this, but pride in knowing that you had a hand in this outcome. I will certainly shed some tears today, but I will surely hug my son,(one of the groomsmen) a little tighter. His day will come sooner than I want but he will be ready for the gifts life has to offer. |