Thursday, October 03, 2013

Little Bird

I miss my boy.  Sure he's not 17, he's 13.  But I already still feel the pulling.  Football.  Junior High.  Girls.  Stinky.  Hairy.  But still sweet. Thoughtful.  Amazing.  And he's not home with me. I hate missing this time.  I miss him so much it hurts.





Nothing like finding a good song to wring some tears out, right?

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