The day begins. You sprint out the door. Find a friend, find another, then three, then four. Swings, races, songs, secrets, laughs and walks. Morning turns to afternoon and still you play... Still you play. Playdates and wishes for sleepovers, imagining life where your newfound circle of friends will hold you tight forever, a ring of whispers, of giggles, of fun. Noon turns to night and still you play... Still you play. But as the darkness settles in and the laughter subsides, there is only one you wish to snuggle beside, only one whos hand you hold, only one on whom you lay your head. Me. Your Mother... Your first friend.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:44:30 +0000
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