October 4, 2005
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My first day of recess
They all laughed at me
When I fell off the swing set
And scraped up my knee
The nurse called my Momma
To say I’d be late,
And when she gave me the phone
I could hear Momma say
“I’m so sorry, son.
Oh I think you’re’ so brave”
And she was smilin when she said:
When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It’s where you are loved,
It’s where you belong
And I will be here
When you come home
I waved good-bye through the window
As I boarded the plane,
My first job in Houston
Was waiting for me
I found a letter from Momma
Tucked in my coat
And as I flew down the runway
I smiled when she wrote:
I’ll miss you, son,
You’ll be so far away
But I’ll be waiting for the day
When you come home
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It’s where you are loved,
It’s where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home…–Mark Schultz
Actually mom, the song goes on, but the last part is sorta depressing, so I cut it. but the song is so pretty. I will sing it for you when I come home. And you will probably cry. But that’s alright. I love you mom, and I want everyone to know it. The other day we sang a song in Portuguese, and it was a song that you used to sing me to sleep with. I still remember holding on to your long hair as you rocked me. I remember the day I locked myself in the bathroom because I hated life and you slid alittle note under the door telling me you loved me. it was written on the back of an envelope. I still have it. why I happen to remember these two memories, I have no idea, and why I cannot seem to remember anything else at the moment…well, opps. Perhaps it is because things are alittle crazy here. Pastor Josue just had an allergic reaction to his medication for whatever it was he had before and now it turning all red and puffy and they are taking him to the hospital. So Christiana and Monica came over to take care of me and the girls. Anyways, I love you lots and lots and I do hope you have a wonderful birthday. You are a beautiful person that I respect, admire, love, and well…you are my mom for goodness sake!
