Soundtrack Of My Life...

My life can be explained through my talent... Sometimes it doesn't turn out as I want it to. But since I met her... I can't help but break out into song.

So here we go everyone...Chapter 13 as promised. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but my story traffic says that this story gets lots of views...so where are my reviews? Thank you to all my lovely people for reviewing. This chapter is dedicated to HughLaurieLover...Your review was truly amazing...But I do not see myself as a gifted or talented writer. But I'm glad you do :D I think that I have 5 or 6 more chapters left until the end...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, David Shore does. I would love to own House, I would stop House and Cuddy pussyfooting around each other and get them together. I also do not own the lyrics to Slipping Through My Fingers, ABBA does. I am simply playing with them, I get no profit.

This chapter is based on Rachel getting married when she is about 26.

Chapter 13 – Slipping Through My Fingers

Cuddy POV

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

She's such a beautiful girl.

I remember every morning she used to wave us goodbye.

I can't believe that our little girl is married.

I say little, but gosh, she's 26 now.


The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world

I never used to be able to identify with her.

I thought that she hated me, or resented me.

But I learnt by listening to her that she just wanted to assert that she was different to us.

She's changed so much.

From awkward child, to moody teenager, to strong, beautiful, intelligent young women.

My new son in law Jerry is very lucky.


I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
I love to laugh with her.

She's always had such an infectious laugh.

From the time she could string a sentence together, she spent all the time she could making Greg and I laugh.


Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute

Every moment with her I want to save in my memory forever.

Because she's truly leaving us behind now.

Our little girl has grown up.


Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Every time I think I've finally figured her out, she changes once again.

She's growing up.

And leaving us.

Soon she'll be having children of her own.

We'll be grandparents.

Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny

I somehow feel responsible for what she went through when she was little.

Every time she's not here, it feels kinda empty.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...
I want to remember everything about her.

I want time to stop fuzzing up my memory, so I'll always remember crystal clear.

Our first baby.