it's really weird to think about jake as an older, independent kid, but i know it's around the corner.
journaling:
sometimes as i look at jake, my mind flashes
forward 13 years. for an instant, i can see
him as a teenager - all grunged up after
football practice, pushing messy curls out
of his eyes. or running out the door, keys
in hand. or maybe just talking on the phone
with his girl friend. what will the road be like
that takes him there? bumpy or smooth?
straight or winding? regardless, michael
and i are along for the ride.


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AngeDawn Roadsigns
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