Joseph, seven years of plenty.
You pile up the good times,
so you have a reservoir of memories to pull out
when you need them,
amidst making new ones.
But making new memories and new adventures
and even new people,
is still more fun with the old ones you like the most.
Yet so it goes;
the flickering flame eternal of life’s passage and its muddy marshes and snowy slopes, gifting us moments of all kinds that keep your heart pumping through every emotion and climate.
These kids are special ones. Pretty special ones. And plain pretty. Not…plain pretty. Pretty pretty. A pretty nifty set of sisters.
Rock and roll, hallelujah, amen. Time to crank the loud tunes, hit go, and stop looking in a broken rear view mirror.
Bye.
