She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I’ll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
‘She’ by Elvis Costello ~
(the above pic is of my girl aged about 9 hours old, dresssed in her little hospital gown)
Happy 17th Birthday sweetheart!
My heart near bursts with love and pride for you
I love you with all my heart, always.