Wow, your might not be 5 but you are not old yet. So many memories to make: 1. More alchol infused memories of college to be explored 2. your first apartment 3. your first job 4. your wedding 5. children need i say more 6. traveling the world 7. the future holds more than I can name I understand the nostalgia but this is just the beginnig of what i hope to be a long and fufilling life. Honestly I don't think time is something you can ever properly measure. Im glad your coming home soon I have missed you a lot this year, even when you were home for vactions i never got to spend any real time with you and this makes me nostalgic as well. Gone are the days when we Mr. bubbled your bathroom, played in your closet, pretend we were muppet babies, god i don't even want to keep on writing the precious memorys are spilling. Last year i was reading the Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood (10 times better than the movie) and it made me cry so hard because they described how the children were raised as more of a tribe the three mothers. When we were younger it was like that Your mom, my mom, Aunt Gail and ocassionaly Aunt Laurie but it has slowly broken down over the years I miss it. When we were small it was a safe time. Its odd you will return though not the same and I will go. And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
1. More alchol infused memories of college to be explored
2. your first apartment
3. your first job
4. your wedding
5. children need i say more
6. traveling the world
7. the future holds more than I can name
I understand the nostalgia but this is just the beginnig of what i hope to be a long and fufilling life. Honestly I don't think time is something you can ever properly measure. Im glad your coming home soon I have missed you a lot this year, even when you were home for vactions i never got to spend any real time with you and this makes me nostalgic as well. Gone are the days when we Mr. bubbled your bathroom, played in your closet, pretend we were muppet babies, god i don't even want to keep on writing the precious memorys are spilling. Last year i was reading the Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood (10 times better than the movie) and it made me cry so hard because they described how the children were raised as more of a tribe the three mothers. When we were younger it was like that Your mom, my mom, Aunt Gail and ocassionaly Aunt Laurie but it has slowly broken down over the years I miss it. When we were small it was a safe time. Its odd you will return though not the same and I will go.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
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