I'm crying - and thinking of "the boy" nestled in the branches of the big old tree at Golden Acres with his books - and Grandma climbing the tree with him, and the branches that were cut off the big old tree to make room for the road... "come home, boy!" We miss you.
38, homeschooling baby-wearing mother of 4 boys, wife to supportive loving husband, sister to many wonderful friends, volunteer peer support mentor, artist dabbling in sewing, paper, clay, paint and play dough... and the occasional cookie sheet.
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I'm crying - and thinking of "the boy" nestled in the branches of the big old tree at Golden Acres with his books - and Grandma climbing the tree with him, and the branches that were cut off the big old tree to make room for the road...
"come home, boy!" We miss you.
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