Forty years and change ago I picked me a plumb, (or at least I saw one), out of the tree of life. She came along and everything started in to hum. Still a real good bet the best is yet to come. The best is yet to come and babe won't it be fine. You think you have seen the sun but you ain't seen it shine...
Saturday we'll walk the beach come rain or shine. Walk the sands and feel the sea. Smell the breeze and squeeze a hand... The best is yet to come, for all of us. Little boys and a tree house, a bigger boy and thoughtful conversation. Incredible daughters and a son. I love you all. Most important is the woman I married and met on that beach forty years and change ago. How much of the next forty years will we have together? Who can say but whatever, the best is yet to come...
Love you babe.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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