Gifts from the Heart

A peculiar pair these two...

The door burst open with excitement, as tiny feet ran into the house screeching to a halt before crossing the kitchen threshold. Calmly walking toward me with hands behind back...I knew something was up. With outstretched hands and loving hearts I was given a simple bouquet.

The boy - crowned with soft, fine strands of crimson gently woven through threads of gold. Fair skinned with specks of brown sugar splattered about his face. Penetrating blue eyes mysterious and sincere. He captivates me with his wit, brilliance and charm. Never still...not even for a moment. A soul filled with wonder and curiosity - life becomes an unending adventure. Where there is mischief he is sure to be it's source. Laughter erupts as water balloons fall from his fingertips bursting upon my back as I mop the floor below. His mind ever moving, thinking and loving.

The girl - tiny in frame. Her adorable feet clack about in her 'dress up' shoes, while sparkly pink toenails peep from atop. Waist length, amber locks - thick and untamed sway about as she skips to and fro. Gorgeous hazel eyes that twinkle with delight...magnificently adorned with camel lashes. Her skin butter smooth - olive in tone A smile that melts my heart and miniature hands that fit perfectly into mine. My little friend follows me wherever I go...singing always singing. Precious.

These two have stolen my heart.

Both unique.

Both a gift from above.

Both pick me lacy purple flowers to display their love.

Two souls that I have been entrusted with...time stops for a moment...I stand in silence with this thought...gratefulness overwhelms me once again.

Until then...

Jessie

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