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What a difference a day makes

4/6/2015

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This fucking period....Killing me! The hormone part is just a son of a bitch! Gawd! Okay...I have to say...I just published this thing and everything disappeared but the first sentence. This fucking site sucks...

Anyway, Easter got pretty hard without my boys. Oh, how I miss them. So, I've been counting down to them coming home tomorrow morning. I've been changing their bedding tonight and getting everything ready for them.... I called Brian tonight to see what time their flight left, and wouldn't you know it...I had the fucking day wrong. They don't get home until Wed. Broken. Hearted. Truly. This makes me so very sad... Poor Cal had a meltdown on the phone. He's ready to come home. Brian said he had a really hard day. They are going to the Diamondbacks opening game tonight, so I told Cal he needed to go and have fun. Not many people are lucky enough to see Opening Day! Hopefully they have lots of festivities going on for the game. I imagine he's a bit baseball'd out, as they went to three Spring Training games already. There should be fireworks and stuff at least tonight, though.

Driving home tonight I heard, "The Rose" by Bette Midler. Holy shitfire...water works. What a great fucking song. There aren't many better than the Devine Miss M! Truly, what a beautiful song.

I'll leave you with the lyrics to "The Rose," and hope that you are finding yourself feeling as loved as if you are the Rose.

Much Love,

Jen

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower and you, it's only seedIt's the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the winter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose



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