I hold the flower there ~ Doesn't know she's beautiful ~ She wakes every morning seeing ~ All the other things are beautiful ~ Well she's free ~ Companion to the wind ~ From "Gradle" By Widespread Panic
Monday, September 10, 2018
This is Seven.
I'm not sure what I did to deserve the honor of being this boy’s mom.
He teaches me how to really hear music, how to let loose and have fun, how to be genuinely satisfied with what life offers, and how to love with deep and unapologetic emotion. He continues to be a little ball of blonde sunshine and a bright light in this world.
Happy 7th birthday, little LBZ.