How do I explain the years? The day in, day out, mundane. How do I explain the scars and the new wounds? The reaching for the moon, the falling down, the moving forward. The laughter and tears. But the healing – do you see it? Don’t miss it.

I sold the house. The one that patched all my holes, and gave us shelter and taught us how to grow – overflowing out the front door and spilling out into the yard.

The hopes and dreams we are planning for, are you watching them unfold in front of us – do you see us reaching out to grasp them, holding on tight and wishing on shooting stars?

We spread our wings, and fell in love, and said over and over, when pigs fly…

Pigs are flyin’, and I’d marry him with paper rings, over and over.

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