|Rylan on our back yard swing.|
I haven't wiped off some of the finger prints he made on my french doors because they remind me of him. They are like fragile ghosts of his tiny hands.
Some people think that a mansion on the hill, gem stones and foreign travel are the rewards of success and old age. I think the reward and success and old age is a life-long sweetheart that still makes my heart beat faster, children grown to fine manhood and womanhood and a house full of sticky, noisy grandchildren to love.
My love song is this . . . You are my diamonds, my exotic travel to foreign lands and my mansion on the hill. Everything that makes my heart sing is you.