I Am Your Wispy Hair; You Are My Wind

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.







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