May 25, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Most of the time you laugh.

You laugh over books.  You laugh under the table.  You laugh in the church pew.  You laugh as you tip-toe between the library shelves.  You laugh on the swings and in the garden and snuggled up in my bed.  You laugh long.  Often.  Loudly.  Together.

And it sounds to me like a hopeful, delightful duet.


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