Once there was a way to get back homeward Once there was a way to get back home Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullaby It must have been that discussion with the UPS driver that made me think about it. After all it was just another Saturday morning. I was up earlier than the rest of the clan so I could enjoy the quiet house and for some reason decided to start early yard work. Don't get me wrong, I was more than happy to get outside because it was spring. There is something about the combination of cool spring air, morning sun creeping through the trees, and fresh cut grass that has always helped cleared my head. The worries of the week are left behind as the weekend world comes alive. It was just like so many suburban Saturday mornings with one exception, the UPS d...
Experiences of a family along the journey of Pompe Disease.