I nudge Rayah's face with mine and lie beside her again, watching Elijah trot off and chase a butterfly. Bethany chases after him, and Jag is not too far behind. River watches but stays close to us.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shift as well and run inside, getting his clothes that we bought and then coming back out. I take him in my arms and he glances up at us, giggling. I dress him and he stands, waddling over to Jace.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Just have brought out all of their clothes, Bethany shifts too and starts crying. I run over to her, River still in one of my arms, and change her. Two year olds are so High maintenance...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand and help Rayah, grabbing some of the clothes and heading to Jag when he shifts. Dressing him, I grab Elijah by the scruff of his neck and help him into his clothes as soon as he shifts.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson