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One Day at a Time

Thanksgiving is a time of remembrance for me because my parents met tonight oh so many years ago. My Father picked my Mother up in his cab on her way to work. Their relationship is and was one of the blueprints of my life. 


My Mother was the most INDEPENDENT person I KNEW. She came from a lineage that was literally built on fortitude. She was so much to do many yet she was my MOTHER. a life isn’t measured in years but in moments. We are still creating them TOGETHER Ginny. I still wish we would of had more time....


My Father ruined me for everyone but David. David is the love of my LIFE. My Father told me THAT. He loved me so much and was so MAD everyone assumed Mommy taught me everything 🤣🤣🤣🤣He taught me a lot of things yet the defining moment of our life is just how much I miss you TWIN. Everywhere we went they said “Is that your FATHER?” Duh Bitch-🤣🤣🤣🤣


I’m thankful for my Sons and Baba. For my family and friends who “GET me” For the unit we have created during the most tumultuous time in history! When everything went wrong and paused we did things right and kept it MOVING RIGHT ALONG!


David is cooking almost everything and I have to go  and be his sous chef. I miss y’all but I am enjoying my life one day at time....


This is it. This is it. 

This is life, the one you get 

So go and have a ball. 


This is it. This is it 

Straight ahead and rest assured 

You can't be sure at all. 


So while you're here enjoy the view 

Keep on doing what you do 

So hold on tight we'll muddle through 

One day at a time, One day at a time. 


So up on your feet. Up on your feet 

Somewhere there's music playing. 

Don't you worry none 

We'll just take it like it comes. 


One day at a time, one day at a time. 

One day at a time, one day at a time. 

One day at a time, one day at a time. 

One day at a time, one day at a time. #idonotowntherightstothismusic

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