Children, the hope for our future, the hope for our present. I could sing the praises of children from the rooftops. I’m so proud of my own that it gives me life. I really mean that. I live for many things, but my children are at the top. And that love is a strength that has helped me fight through a few tough spots. I think if we all thought of children before we make decisions in life, that more right ones would be made.
Saw this at a wedding we were at a while back. Passed right over it the first edit, but it caught my eye this time around. Not sure why but it gave me peace and calm. And who can ask for more than that?
A productive day Saturday in some respects. Always feels good to reorganize the chaos.
So let’s get this early Sunday morning rocking.
Funny, I never hear myself snore.
I wonder if Gary Rossington occasionally look across the stage and see’s his band mates who have passed when playing the songs they wrote together decades ago as childhood friends?
Tuesday will be a telling day. It may give a whole new meaning to the song “Sweet Home Alabama”