Monday, February 17, 2020

Happily waiting my turn for his attention...

mrasbell

He had just arrived home. 
The children were so happy to see him and had so much to tell him.
I sat there enjoying their banter and happily awaiting my turn.


I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning