Love
June 21, 2012
I forget, sometimes, how much I am in it. He has a way of reminding me, of bringing its magnitude to the front and center of my awareness. He brings out my gratitude, my awe, my sheepish grins.
I forget, sometimes, how much I am in it. He has a way of reminding me, of bringing its magnitude to the front and center of my awareness. He brings out my gratitude, my awe, my sheepish grins.