She's got eyes of the bluest skies,
and if they thought of rain,
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And wait for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by...
"Sweet Child of Mine" - Guns n' Roses
It's a heavy duty rock song I've heard a bejillion times in the last twenty years - yes this song is THAT old. But I've never really paid much attention to the words until lately, especially after Molly was born.
Maybe her pretty eyes will stay blue?
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