Fall reminds me of you. The season you left. Smells like campfires, warm blankets and laughter. When I’m still I can hear your laughter. Fall reminds me of you.
Grace
Where do butterflies go? ~🦋~
Tiny little butterflies
Where do they go?
They flit and flutter
Around me then…
Off they go
They bring with them
Sweetness, wonderment
And delight
Watching them flutter till
They are out of sight
Where do butterflies go?
~🦋~
Butterfly kisses…misses ~🦋~
Butterfly kisses…misses ~🦋~Butterfly kisses…misses
She waits…
She waits…for clues and keys to unlock the door she waits behind
Something beautiful
Something beautiful~Something wonderful caught my eye
Believe in miracles…I do
~I do believe in miracles~
Good morning sun
I noticed this morning the sun has moved in position, on my horizon. Autumn my favorite season, is saying hello this morning. The air is crisp and cool. So thankful 🙏🏼
Maybe… We don’t say anything
Maybe… We don’t say anything and wait right here… and we love 💕
Little surprises
💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
Tell Me About It 
You must be logged in to post a comment.