Inhaling their goodness...their littleness...and the opportunity of moments I can never get back years to come.
My littles await.
The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched but must be felt with the heart-Helen Keller
Sunday, March 28, 2010
i love this
Why is my heart marooned without you The sun goes down My dreams begin their refrain I call to whatever holds you My beloved I wait and I wait
Why is my heart marooned without you A tiny light upon the sea My heart is so afraid You have broken away Tell me, darling, I pray You will come to me soon
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