Easter Sunday - In Song

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
The stumbles and falls brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know that I am
I am, I am the luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you

In a house on the street where you live?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know that I am
I am, I am the luckiest

I love you more than I have

Ever found a way to say
to you

Next door, there's an old Man who lived to his 90's
And one day, passed away in his sleep

And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days

And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way

To tell you that I know we belong

That I know that I am

I am, I am the luckiest

Thank you Ben Folds for the lyrics to this song, summing up all my feelings about this family.  Happy Easter

I'm also the luckiest to be honored with the noble "Shoe Structure".  Thanks Charlotte!