For the Laundry Room: TODAY I will be THANKFUL for all the little socks & the grass stained jeans and the endless piles of LAUNDRY. For there will come a day when the laundry basket is EMPTY and these days will be PROFOUNDLY missed.
You are the poem I dreamed of writing, the masterpiece I longed to paint. You are the shining star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled. You are my child, now with all things I am blessed. ❤️ my daughter❤️