I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ’round their throats
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red
As strawberries in the summertime

 

 

My husband is a Michael. Very biblical.. I’m focusing on writing more. Writing in my journal has always been the best type of therapy for me. I keep thinking to myself how could I.. I how could I deal with this.

This being my life of course. My life, what does it matter.. It’s just this one thing that I focus on.