Don't blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you
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It was so weird for me to be done. I just kind of went home to Kalamazoo then moved here and never looked back.
I still don't feel like a meteorologist. (I still couldn't forecast my way out of a paper bag). I guess that is why I get to call myself an "atmospheric scientist" now. I read that there really is a distinction. Who knew?
Anyways, (I digress) good luck out there!
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