In the 900's

Sometimes I get lost in his eyes. I didn't think I could love another human being so much, so completely, and yet... here comes another little baby boy and my heart is already in protective, love mode. Who knew that boys would steal my heart? Isn't it ironic?



And then sometimes shit happens. But it's all going to be okay. Family let's you down but they are family and love is unconditional. Friends are friends and whether they want to continue to be your friend is their choice. The world keeps turning and love keeps growing. Grass takes over burned ground. It can be a good thing if it's controlled.
Test next week or tomorrow. Birth next week or tomorrow. Death next week or tomorrow.

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