18 May 2012
The ladies are walking the dog before we will leave for London. I'm thinking of tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be working in the garden all day, on Sunday as well. I love our garden. Our garden is full of love. I love our home. Our home is full of love. It is like a painting. It is me that is painting the foundation and my Baby is then painting in all the details. Without me she would have nothing to paint on and without her finishing touch our painting would be dead. The fusion of the two is what brings love into the picture. That painting is our home and our home is a reflection of our love.
Missing Home • Opuss № I