I rock them to sleep with spoken lullabies of love. Love that never fails and endures through time.
The love of their mother who prays to be enough.
The love of Grandparents in heaven who are always near.
And the greatest Love of all. The Love that heals broken hearts and dreams. The Love that soothes fears and promises a life complete. The Love that brings light to the dark and joy to the sad.
Their lullaby is a story of children loved so deeply on both sides of the veil.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Ah, Fredonia.
Halfway to Flagstaff means we have to stop at the creepy western wear store.
1 comment:
What no kisses for the old Indian man?
Post a Comment