My parents have been off on a journey to the great, white north. Ma has been sending me pictures through facebook of all their adventures. They seem to be having fun. And they seem to be happy. But they really wish we were with them. They just love us that much.
Every time I think about my parents growing old, tears form at the brim of my eyes. I don't know why it breaks my heart so much but there's this picture in my head of them with gray hairs, standing side by side with their arms around each other, smiling at us. Every single time I imagine that picture... I can't even help but cry as I compose this.
Happy 21st anniversary to my makers; my loving parents.
