Before there was three.

Dear Son or Daughter:   Before there was three. There was a Jamie and Me. We danced underneath the moonlight underneath a magnolia tree in Franklin. When I proposed to your mother the whole town grew quiet and waited still. When we sway we sway. She can make my heart stop and start. Her smile is a million fireflys laughing. Her spirit like the wind is never still Her guidence is a ship, full sail and true. This women will be your mother, mom, ma and mam. -Jeff