
everything i am is yours alone
take this pile, this pile of stones
all i've made, it's not much i know
i don't even know why and it's hard to say
how much i love you this peculiar way
so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten. sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain.
8 comments:
erie picture. I read up with your fair experience, sounds like it was heaps fun. Makes me miss my niece, that little schnerps
heaps fun f'sure, niece schnerps' are good times too!
is it the niece that you have posted on your other blog? Funny, i posted my niece too, gah, i miss her so much, my sister gets her to say my name when i call...*sigh*
yup, same niece alright. only one in fact. she was in this stage where she said my name like "muk" - it was awesome.
i told my sister that she ought to be pregnant by the time i come home, i have have a niece, now im aiming for a nephew, teehee. I told my mom to send me a pic of katie beside someone, so i can have an idea of how big she is, im going to think shes HUGE when i see her in the airport, crazy!
oh, and you never told me which story you told some ppl about me, like you mentioned on one of your entries on my blog....im still curious.
ta
like i said in your blog...a tad inappropriate. i know it'll bug you, sorry. well, not really that sorry, i guess that's why i told you about it.
youre a tease. Ill get over it....maybe
Post a Comment