I miss my own. My own is something I thought only could be applied to things. I have learned you can have your own person as well. Like a grandmother who loves you because you are her own granddaughter. I miss that. I miss my own grandfather too. He loved me so much. I miss my own love straight from him. My parents, although still here, I miss. Its not the same as it was. I miss my own happiness. Then my friends, they seem to have there own, but I miss them, and my own best friend. I guess I just have to say I miss my own. Thats really all there is to say. I miss my own.
me and my god son
About Me
- StefanieRose
- "If you really love me, then lets make a vow, right here together, right now. I am going to be free, I am going to be brave, I am going to live each day as if it were my last, fantastically, courageously, with grace."
My Nonna
Two Angela's
That beautiful smile
Her and I
her stuff
her hands
1 comments:
I hear ya there.
I miss having my own parents. A few have offered to let me call them "Mom and Dad" but it isn't the same. Nothing will be the same. Our love for our LO's will always be our own though...and nothing will ever change that.
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