The Magic of Children
Fiona, the youngest, greets me this morning with a big hug and seats herself on my lap. She leans in and smells me, "Did you take a showah today?"
"Yes," I reply.
"You smell like butterflies."
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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2 comments:
I love kids... seriously, how do they know?!?
Kids know you are a butterfly your freedom soars. Thanks for the love
miss you............
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