Literature
Beautiful
I just got home from a buisness meeting. I'm in one of those buisness suits because I refuse to wear dresses. I'm tired; it was a long day.
I walk through the door and set my stuff down. I hear noises from the other room, and you walk into the hallway. You smile and your smile, oh your smile gives me the energy of a thousand suns. You're in your smock and you have paint on your fingers and on your face, and you smile hugely and kiss me.
My beautuiful wife.
You launch animatedly into a story of what our daughter did that day, and when we walk into our living room , she's there, our beautiful baby, her beautiful blonde curls and big green ey