It's a light of an old beginning under the ceiling of a place called "home." We find within the walls of our "little mansion," the bright moments in time.
I remember welcoming our first born into the "room of energy," where we breath a life of love and strength. The beautiful basket, to comfort our new bundle of joy, set right there in the center of the living room. Me and my lovely true, after placing our baby into his soft pillowed basket, stood there holding hands feeling as if we had accomplished everything in the world. "Little baby" was home where he belonged; attached to our hearts.
I remember when "little baby" was five years from life. We sent him off to nursery school to join the other "special deliveries" to families. With one small pencil in his shirt pocket and a bagged lunch in his hands, a milestone moment had begun. Our "new professor" in the making had taken his first steps. Who knew we would be so blue, but it was important for him to get a "clue."
I remember everyday in life, without missing a chord, singing "I love you my family, you mean the world to me." I always had a "big smile" on my face. Our "little mansion was all I needed.
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