Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Homesick for the ghetto
It killed me enought to watch Aedan hit his nose on the coffee table but I understand that children get hurt; seeing Chris shed a few tears of his own while attemping to spot the gushing bloody nose was the toughest thing about living on my own. I miss you Chris and Aedan.
Chris wrote this for his son, its completely and totally awesome.
"Don't you know you're a dream come true
Don't you know how much daddy loves you,
Oh and when I'm feeling all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you
It was a sunny Sunday on a Summer day
When i first heard you were headed my way
Through my ears into my heart
Oh the joy has spread through my every, my every part
Aedan Christopher my love is true...for you
Oh and when I feel all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you
Oh my son when I'm feeling all alone and blue
All I have to do is think of you"
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