Typical of most nights when only one adult is home...
4 kids sit on one side of the counter.
I am on the other -
Serving dinner, cleaning, and checking up on homework.
A song heard earlier in the day pops back into my head, and as usual
I start singing, microphoning, & in general "rocking out"
to the good tunes of my youth.....
"Love bites, love bleeds,
it's bringing me to my knees....
(come on - you know the words)
Love lives, loves dies,
it's no surprise...."
To which, my 10 year old Mickinley replies....
"Actually mom, that kind of is a surprise...
Love is abstract, not concrete. It can't live or die."
Hmmm.....
4 kids sit on one side of the counter.
I am on the other -
Serving dinner, cleaning, and checking up on homework.
A song heard earlier in the day pops back into my head, and as usual
I start singing, microphoning, & in general "rocking out"
to the good tunes of my youth.....
"Love bites, love bleeds,
it's bringing me to my knees....
(come on - you know the words)
Love lives, loves dies,
it's no surprise...."
To which, my 10 year old Mickinley replies....
"Actually mom, that kind of is a surprise...
Love is abstract, not concrete. It can't live or die."
Hmmm.....