I am filled time and again with a heart-aching wonder when I think of the fire and frost of memories of the everlastingness of love the solace of family and the power of prayer.
When it comes to love do not ever settle for anything less than magical.
I want to read every book that’s written hear every song that was sung I want to gaze at every cloud and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.
Live as many lives as you can.
i want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated....forever in my mother’s arms.
Tell me..how do you stand there? filling the doorway....of my life.