A Desert Rose
Simply Charming Elsewhere
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- Aug 16, 2002
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When I'm touched or moved and it sems like my heart can't hold anymore, the tears spill out. They're good tears.
Music makes me cry:
I cry everytime I listen to Bach.
I cry everytime I hear the theme music to Sophie's Choice.
I tear up when I hear this one George Strait song that reminds me of an old lover. (And I don't even like country music. LOL. He did though.)
My kids... oh, my kids:
The first day of the first day of school.
Prom nights... Jane in her formal and Michael in his tux.
The night Jane was crowned Jr. Miss, I was a weeping fool.
The night Michael was named state golfer of the year.
(His swing alone brings tears to my eyes.)
Their high school and then college graduations.
A text message that says "you rock, Mom".
Saying "hello" again to friends after a long absence.
Music makes me cry:
I cry everytime I listen to Bach.
I cry everytime I hear the theme music to Sophie's Choice.
I tear up when I hear this one George Strait song that reminds me of an old lover. (And I don't even like country music. LOL. He did though.)
My kids... oh, my kids:
The first day of the first day of school.
Prom nights... Jane in her formal and Michael in his tux.
The night Jane was crowned Jr. Miss, I was a weeping fool.
The night Michael was named state golfer of the year.
(His swing alone brings tears to my eyes.)
Their high school and then college graduations.
A text message that says "you rock, Mom".
Saying "hello" again to friends after a long absence.
