5May2014 musings. Posted in diary of a wife by angie wirthlin Freckles like constellations on your face lead me to a distant place. Turtles in buckets, and hobbit feet, remind me that life is fast and slow, that I want you to grow, but never go. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
Wonder Wirthlin! Beautiful words for a beautiful boy.
Brilliant. You are both my treasures