Someday we will look back....

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AND THIS WILL ALL SEEM FUNNY.

I lived that anthem in the eighties , then again in the 90's, struck it up again in the begining of the new century and here I am again looking forward to laughing it all away.
My baby has a broken heart. I naturall feel the urge to kill mame and destroy anyone that does that any of my children. This is different. She was in love and will always love the first boyfrind. This is natural progression and I am grateful. I have talked before about how things are "supposed" to go. Parents die first, then us and then your kids. OK natural progression and we are following suit. I am grateful.
The way to a broken heart is not always as nice as Allies is right now. I have many a story of deep betrayal, abuse, and just plain carelessness with other people feelings. She has had a healthy first love, no trauma until now with the breakup. For this I am grateful.
OK I am sad she is sad, I want to take away her tears. I dont want ot change the good things she had with her Joey. Someday hopefully she can look back on their relationship and be grateful for the love they shared and the wonder of first love. She will love again. She will definately be loved again. I know this because there hasnt been a moment in this childs life without being lovable.
So ode to Bruce Springsteen I can say that it will seem bittersweet some day and we will look back and smile. Be happy to have loved and loved well, more be grateful to be so lovable, deserving of kindness and generosity. I dedicate a few tears to Allie and her sad place today, I pray that this is heartache that is swift and full of learning. I pray someday she meets a man that reminds her of her favorite men all wrapped up into one. I will add a song I hope meets the occasion.
A happy song that is being sent to her from her #1 fan, straight from heaven to brighten her day and remind her that he is always just a whisper away.

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