Listening to every heart
I remember a bubble gum alley. Yep. Graffiti of names, and their gum...some folks chewed so much gum that they could make art with it. I'm trying to remember exactly in what little town it is in, but my Mom and Dad took me to it when I went home for a visit.
I guess an Alley can contain many things. Humor, love, love detered, exploits that can't all be mentioned, and lest we forget, food to feed the hungry, and places to hide our angst, and sometimes, feed our fears.
Serenity, while you and John might not be seeing eye to eye right now, all I will say is this.
You both brought children into the mix. You both brought them showing what is both sincere pleasure and happiness, along with the ultimate of happiness, tears of extreme joy. Even though one is "all about fun" and the other "all about sacrifice".
Serenity, you bring anything you want to the Alley. Even the alleys see sunshine and happiness at times. Makes me think of Lady and the Tramp. We have to know all extremes in a lifetime, and I'm glad you shadowed the alley with love.
P.S. I found the alley. It's in San Luis Obispo. Google it for a giggle.