Not flesh of my flesh,
nor bone of my bone.
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute.
You didn't grow under my heart,
but in it.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Here we are in Missoula, it is every bit as beautiful as I remember and more... I had goosebumps driving into the area remembering all the memories on the river and hiking with my old dog Kaya. I am at my friends place and his wife is a doll, very sweet and intelligent. Making my lunch now (in the rig) and trying to get Dede to nap!