Long ago, we wrote love notes. We wrote each other poems, left little hearts around, exchanged cards and poems. Now, our love is much deeper. We have been through the worst together, and I don't say it enough. I am so lucky to have a husband who brings home "just because" flowers to me. That is nice. But that's ...
On a February evening,
on a short, chilly walk, my daughter reminded me to always stop to smell the flowers, and I reminded her to always stop to look for feathers.
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