You slip into the crook of my arm as I recline on the sofa, your diapered bottom cradled like a football. I can feel your body beneath my hand rise and fall with your breathing. You – most likely – can hear my heartbeat as your head rests peacefully on my chest. I could, I think, sit like this forever.
Budding hearts of spring.
All is new; life pulses through
Veins and vines and views.
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What Rhymes with Stanza? 
So precious.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure!
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Adorable! And I know this priceless feeling heart to heart, but lately only by way of bestia. 🙂
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Bestia hearts count, too. 🙂
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❤
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This brings back such happy memories.
I adore the ending.
“Budding hearts of spring.
All is new; life pulses through
Veins and vines and views.”
It is fabulous.
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Thank you.
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Perfect for spring renewal!
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Thanks, Susie.
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