She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?❞
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
Woke up in the middle of the night to hide easter eggs around the apartment and set out a basket full of goodies to surprise my husband. Such joy it brought me to watch him scurry around in his boxer briefs and socks for 20 minutes, chowing down on chocolate with a big grin on his face looking for all of the eggs.
We never grow up kids.