When I was younger, and throughout the milestones, I had always held a perfect picture in my heart and mind. Where I would be, who I would be, and who I would be with. No imagination could have created you. Only He could do that, and He did a good job too.
Lying on a blanket, as still as we can be watching the world spin. When years become new adventures, sunsets become a masterful end to a day. Breeze, gust, tender and warm whispers; each breath more precious. My breath now lands on the nape of your neck. Brushed away by my enter locking fingers replacing... Continue Reading →