To you, my beauty, my sweet,
How often I have gazed upon you sleeping, and kissed your love-shut eye, and whispered prayers of thanks.
You--who twirls me softly in the kitchen, among dishes and toys and the remnants of our discarded day, a day sprung anew with a kiss, humming a homemade song just for us.
You--kisser of scraped knees, builder of secret forts, rescuer of dollies and two year old princesses.
You--who saves me day after day with kind words and soft kisses and a strength I can't…
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Posted on September 24, 2008 at 9:24pm —