The look on David's face when in the presence of his new love, fills my heart. My daughter stands surrounded by love, and it fills my heart. The thought of my mother and the remembrance of my father, fills my heart.
I look out the window, the sun hits the brick across the way, and a single yellow flower rests on the green leaf of a tree--and my heart is full. The room is filled with music and I am filled with love, and as I move closer to joy, I am both fearless and afraid.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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beautiful Katie ... thank you ...
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