I never pulled over the car just to stare at horses;
I never was willing to give someone else my last bite;
I never planned on handling someone else's boogers;
I never listened to a song fifty times in a row;
I never found rocks in my dryer;
I never had the power to heal a wound with my kiss...
until you.

Beautiful little poem, is it yours? Love the pic. Other than the cute little hands, I don't think that they are so much like each other now. Of course they are still beautiful. Much love to both
ReplyDeleteIt's not my poem, but I certainly can relate on all levels!
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