My last Wordless Wednesday was about the sentimental book sesh between Humnoy and his dada reading “You Are My I Love You.” The only person who didn’t cry was Humnoy by the last page. It’s a sweet poem from a parent’s intentional providing of love and the unconditional love from a young child. Our day today seems to be already written because today Spokane had decent weather albeit the crazy wind. My postpartum hair and his old man locks didn’t stand a chance.
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine.