My nephew turns 12 years old today, and I have no idea how that happened. I mean, I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday–in fact, you can read about it here–but where has the time gone? And how the heck did he get to be taller than me (not that it takes much since I’m a whopping 5’2″)?
So once again I am missing a birthday, and I’m feeling sad about that, but, cheesy as it is, whenever I feel particularly far away from my loved ones, I go outside, look up and really am comforted knowing “we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky.”
Thank you Fievel, and happy, happy birthday Michael!
I miss you more than you could ever know.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!