Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But presence makes the heart grow fondest.
On days like this-I feel some overwhelmingly blessed to be in the presence of those special people around me...
And at the same time,
my heart is sore from
missing.
my heart is sore from
missing.
Missing the other special people I love...
And sore from the raw anticipation that at some point in time even more missing will come.
Here's to wishing there was a place where everyone could meet together in the lilypads, have a long talk, nap in the sun and then giggle a lot.
Perhaps, Neverland?
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