The rough edges of the bureau draw me closer. The ruts and worn edges under my fingertips are like the groves of a record, replaying our precious stories. Memories flood around me, mixing joy and aching nostalgia…
little feet pattering down the hall
soft rosy cheeks snuggled against teddies
Laughter and warm embraces, music and dancing feet.
…passing time.
My fingers linger on the imperfections as I savor the precious memories… our life and love resonating in these marks, our history inscribed…our beautiful life… beautiful imperfections
have a beautiful week
xo shelley
