I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)
He ran his hands over my past -lingering over the dents and worn edges of my heart. And when I thought he'd run away like the others had, he told me I was a warrior, and that I'd never fight another battle alone. And he lied!
boys will be boys. I love my little man♥ If I could close my eyes for ONE day and go back I know which one I'd pick and spend it on that day and live there ALL day.GOD HOW I LOVE MY BOYS ♥ who are men now.