The laughter that heals my soul comes but in a small package
Filled with hugs and tons of random kisses
Filled with I love u’s and small feet trying to fill my shoes
Sitting on the counter waiting to bake more cookies
Small hands always eager to help
Questioning authority, the occasional No and the infamous BUT WHY
This laughter which heals my soul, comes in such a small package
Unwrapped each day and tucked away safely with kisses each night.
Welcome, Sea Glass Festival Season!
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