How does one become blessed?
Is it a thing at birth? Like a bellybutton,
a cowlick, the will to live?
I know for myself I was born loved.
I am in love.
I love...
I have young ones you aren't so young anymore.
I offer them things they once adored~
Funny stories, warm tapioca, knit stocking filled with simple things that say it again and again.
I love...I love...
xoxo
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
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