Curious to see what color eyes he has, I just wait until he opens them. A hazel. I don't realize I'm crying until I feel the years slip down my cheek. I swear in a whisper and wipe it away.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. — T.S. Eliot
