And the stardust sparkling in her sea-glass eyes is contagious, or so I've been told.
She suprises me often with the depth of her wisdom and the genuine warmth in her heart.
From her gentle manner to her firey passion, she is really and truly a star.
She picks flowers to stash in a secret box she's saving for my winter birthday.
And hides glitter-glue love notes in Dad's overnight bag when work has to keep him away.
So after the world has fallen asleep and moonlight glistens on the sea; my heart swells up thanking God above for this Star he made just for me.
1 comment:
Anne, love your blog! I have one too but don't really publicize it much. This is a beautiful little tribute to your shining star!
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