Today marks another anniversary.
In attempt to describe real love to my older children, I used a book as an analogy. Paraphrasing, but it goes something like this:
Love
chooses to keep turning the pages of the story of you, gently slipping past the
messy ones. It chooses to keep seeing the whole of you, a beautiful, epic,
poetic masterpiece.
This is so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my loyal Carissa!
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