Hearts of friends, tightly woven together by time, tears and shared memories. I hold them in my hand lovingly, carefully. My hand is open not wanting to smother or hold too tightly, for they each need room to move, to grow, to be themselves. I guard and treasure each one individually. Though they may be separated my miles, our hearts are inseparable.
You got some great shots, my friend! Your words are beautiful. :o)
ReplyDeleteBoy, I needed to talk to you to help me with my blog a couple mos ago. Super job girl! Need to spend more time lookin' through everything, but right now I have to go to work :(
ReplyDeleteGod bless!
Pam D