“ Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious. ”
There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.
~ Amanda Mosher
A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.
The day you were born the angels whispered, She is going to love him until the day she dies.
I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
