How did I get to this point in my life?
Saturdays are no longer about a leisurely read of the West with a long homemade latte or two.
They are now all about what time we have to take one of our kids to their friends/relatives birthday parties.
I am no longer Mark, I am Clem's dad.
I no longer go to my own friends parties, we go to each others kids parties. We dont drink wine and eat fancy little morsels. We share red cordial and fairy bread.
When it’s time to say goodbye
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My dear ones, a letter to leave you, when it’s time, for who knows,
tomorrow or a morrow decades beyond, surely one between. One of these days…
I love ...
41 minutes ago
1 comments:
6:58 pm
Mark, claw back your youth, buy a red convertable!
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