I miss.<\/p>\n
As the girls grow and do amazing things I feel the loss. I feel the loss when I have this exploding excitement inside and I want to share how amazing these girls are, with, someone. Someone who understands that feeling that wells up inside of you. Pride, excitement, joy, happiness at an elemental level. <\/p>\n
And that felling passes. And there is a sense of an experience that wants to be shared and can’t. A frustration, a feeling of disappointment. A feeling of wanting.<\/p>\n
“Falling slowly, eyes that know me Falling Slowly I miss. As the girls grow and do amazing things I feel the loss. I feel the loss when I have this exploding excitement inside and I want to share how amazing these girls are, with, someone. Someone who understands … Continue reading
\n\tAnd I can’t go back
\n\tMoods that take me and erase me
\n\tAnd I’m painted black
\n\tYou have suffered enough
\n\tAnd warred with yourself
\n\tIt’s time that you won<\/font>“<\/p>\n
Glen Hansard<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"