There will come a day when my daughter is not fascinated by the old, weather beaten bird house on the side of the road. She will not pick it up. She will not want to fix its broken hinges. She will not want to take the time to splatter paint on it, and ask daddy to put it up again.
There will come a day when the little sister will not look up, wondering how sissy can reach so high, and wondering when she will ever grow that big.
I'm letting the flavor sink in, taking all the spices that life throws in the bag .....the good and the bad....hopeful that all will create something spectucular
later, but knowing the importance of just lettting. it. sit. .....for a while.
There will come a day when my daughter is not fascinated by the old, weather beaten bird house on the side of the road. She will not pick it up. She will not want to fix its broken hinges. She will not want to take the time to splatter paint on it, and ask daddy to put it up again.
There will come a day when the little sister will not look up, wondering how sissy can reach so high, and wondering when she will ever grow that big.
I'm letting the flavor sink in, taking all the spices that life throws in the bag .....the good and the bad....hopeful that all will create something spectucular later, but knowing the importance of just lettting. it. sit. .....for a while.
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