I’d like to think where e’er you are, you hear the bugle’s call
And know we’re missing you from mid-November through next fall
I see you in the twilight just before the even’s pall… 12 more words
As soon as our kids are born, we want them to have the perfect life that we imagine for past selves.
I carried my son Indigo around in a carrier and was hardly separated from him for the first nine months, because I imagine that’s what I’d like if I were a baby. 467 more words