The sound of birds singing outside my window
The smell of the earth, still damp with the morning's dew
The feel of the sun on my face
"I love you, Mommy."
Knowing that my forever-mate loves me with his very soul
Cantelope
The smell of bleach in my laundry
"Thank you."
Purple slippers
Friday, May 19, 2006
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