Wednesday, March 17, 2010

How Time Flies and Sometimes Plays a Few Riffs


Whoa! I just woke up today and looked at my little baby and, well, he is a giant, beautiful, strong, smart almost 5 year old boy bounding over tall shrubbery in a single bound, tackling a chord or two on his 'ax,' while preparing for his first year of school. How did this happen? I am pinching myself and it's not a dream. Heavens to Betsy.

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