Music to My Ears

Slowly but surely the words are coming.  Some of those words are only decipherable by a mom.  You know what I mean, moms and kids they just have that connection, they just communicate.  Anyway, the words are coming along.  They are parts of words, syllables, fragments...you know the kind.  Ok, so over the holidays we, family, heard parts of words, syllables, fragments.  But the best one was him trying to say my name.  It was music to my ears, strings to my heart, and a connection to my soul forever.

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I Think I've Said It Before

I am an old soul.  My heart just loves things old...old movies, old furniture, old toys, old TV shows, old do-dads, old aprons, old music, old stuff.  Those things just make me smile, make me long for, make me dream of what I could do with stuff if I had it, make me wish I had not gotten rid of stuff I had but got rid of.  My brain just starts trying to get creative.  It's just automatic.  Then I starts drumming up memories and thoughts of when my mother had that or my grandmother used one of those things or where I was when I watched that show when I was little.  I believe it's ok to be an old soul.  It was a quieter time, what seems to be a more peaceful time, a less technical time...  I wish for the old times.

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