I hope my boys grow up to be best mates. I hope they live big, real, fruitful, rich lives full of laughter and pain and heartache.
When their spirits get crushed ... and they will ... I hope they'll have each other to call on, to get through. I hope they soar.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
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