Hold Fast To The Little Ones

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This husband and I…

Were doing what old people do on a Friday night…sitting outside…watching cars go by…being amused by the shenanigans of those furry friends of ours…could hear the high school marching band…the football field just up the road…the sounds filling the air familiar…tugging just a bit…on this old mama’s heart…

Seems like yesterday…yet forever ago…those daughters of mine…cheering…dancing at halftime…playing the drums…twirling the baton…

Does this old gal miss…those cold nights…those rainy nights…those freeze your buns off in the stands nights…no…she does not…but she misses those days…watching her girls…

Does this old gal miss…the long drives…after dark…on weekends…to games…competitions…events…no…she does not…but she misses that time in the car…with her girls…

It’s funny…looking back…old mama me wonders how she did it…kept the wheel turning…spun those plates…got where we needed to be…when we needed to be there…but she wouldn’t change it for the world…the fun…the excitement…the heartwarming memories…mama me…she did it all…and would do it all again…just…for the girls…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…