There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about all of the things I'd celebrate with you; things that seemed so inconsequential before you were gone. Things that, now, I'd give anything to show you and celebrate with you.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Happy birthday, Mom. You would have been 57 years old this year and we would have celebrated with chocolate cake and playing basketball on the driveway or riding bikes to the park.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about all of the things I'd celebrate with you; things that seemed so inconsequential before you were gone. Things that, now, I'd give anything to show you and celebrate with you.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about all of the things I'd celebrate with you; things that seemed so inconsequential before you were gone. Things that, now, I'd give anything to show you and celebrate with you.
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