I wrote this poem for the beautiful father of my children, today.
I wrote it on a white sheet of paper, using a fine tip pink pen and I left it beside a jar of soft pink roses on the kitchen counter. Then I snuck out of his house, with a smile, wondering what he might think when he discovered it. ☺️
I’m sharing this moment with you all because I believe beautiful moments are a gift to be cherished. I hope you do, too. ☺️
I also believe it’s important to share beautiful moments in the hopes of inspiring more beautiful moments in the world. And heaven knows we need that right now.
So much love, my beautiful bloggy friends.
Give the love hearts, always.
No matter who, no matter what. xx ❤️
Life is like the sweetest rose.
Layer by layer,
it reveals its true beauty.
In its own time
it was always meant to be.