I squeeze his hand as we walk through the doors. The hostess leads us to an outdoor section right away. It has a wonderful veiw of the beach. I sit down at the table and smile at Chance.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and look ove the menu. They have a little bit of everything. He holds my hand the whole time and I love it. I decide on a grilled chicken salad and close my menu.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading. — Edward Hirsch
