You bless me with your love for your boys, your gift of expressing it–you open my heart. I weep for days lost–days I wish I could get back with my own boys–mistakes I wish I could undo. Each moment is precious and I see in you, my dear Betsy, an understanding of that. You make it all count.
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You bless me with your love for your boys, your gift of expressing it–you open my heart. I weep for days lost–days I wish I could get back with my own boys–mistakes I wish I could undo. Each moment is precious and I see in you, my dear Betsy, an understanding of that. You make it all count.
comment by Terri Watters on 2009-06-13 @ 9:42 pm
so sweet and i adore that song.
comment by jen on 2009-06-14 @ 12:24 am
sniff sniff. i love them and i second what Terri said about how you treasure them. love it.
comment by Sara on 2009-06-14 @ 6:03 pm