But somewhere, in the midst of it all, something rather important is often lost....
pierces your heart and makes it feel it might explode, your bone shattering exhaustion, your need to be held and cared for, and your tigress desire to be left alone...
Holding you. Loving you. Listening to you.
May you be held up on wings of love.
Check out yesterday's post at The Clothesline
And be sure to check out tomorrow's at The Nest