This is a small ode to the things we hold dear.
The immeasurable.
The loved.
The things that hold us when we hold them.
The voice that greets us each morning
The goodnight
The I love you
The familiar
The hand in mine
The gentle reminder that nothing has meaning without the small things
7 comments:
"A multitude of small delights constitutes happiness." Charles Baudelaire.
Poignant. x G
Gorgeous, my dears :) K
Lovely. :)
amen.
here's to the small things
absolutely love!
Aaah, a peaceful sigh and a moment of reflection at the end of a busy week. Thank you.
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