I sigh and look into his eyes. I think for a second before I gasp and my eye go wide. "I have to get your ring." I say. I slide out of his arms and grab my purse. I scurry around the room, trying to find my shoes.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I smile and twirl around. I close my eyes and stumble over my own feet. He catches me and I open my eyes. I laugh and kiss him. "Alway there to catch me when I fall." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
We walk out on to the shore again. Just yesterday I left crying and it feels like forever ago. We walk into a store and I make him sit in the chair. I pick out a few and and bring them over to him. "Close your eyes." I say. "Please."
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I put each on his hand and they are either too big or too small. I grunt and take them back. I do the same process again and again. I then go back and sigh. My eyes stummbles upon the perfect one. I get it and bring it over to him, praying it fits.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott