I am re-reading Julie Smiths mysteries about New Orleans and loving them again. Today I read, "And a lovely thing like an electric current, except nice and soft and cozy, started at the top of his head and spread through his body."
Hey my kiddoes, this is exactly the way I felt the first time I saw your Papa, and I still feel that way. (Most days!!!)
Can you remember the first time you saw YOUR loved one??
Namaste.
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