small things i want to remember.
when you hear a song from high school and remember all the words. the chime of an opening door. a sunday cake, cooling on the counter. memory of when we'd both fallen in love, but neither had said anything. an open window and white curtains, fluttering in the breeze. a brand new tube of mascara. understanding home as a person, not a place.
I love how you GET it, how you are so wise beyond your years. You have such a gift for appreciating all these moments in life which so many let pass without a second thought. This is what it is all about... You get it! I love you and can't wait to see you and that sweet boy of yours!ReplyDelete
"Understanding home as person, not a place" YES (:ReplyDelete
You are sooooo goooooood.ReplyDelete