love that you and brother connected over the wowness of fireworks and held hands! and how we learn as we grow and learn more to let others be who they are, even when we so want them to see our world through our eyes and share such with us.
Joy cometh in the morning.
As my Swedish heritage reminds us:
The afternoon knew
what the morning never suspected.
I have used that proverb so many times as i live this writing life! thanks for this relating, dear Tanya!
Lovely poem . Thanks Tanya, Nancy B
Thank you, Nancy!
love that you and brother connected over the wowness of fireworks and held hands! and how we learn as we grow and learn more to let others be who they are, even when we so want them to see our world through our eyes and share such with us.
Joy cometh in the morning.
As my Swedish heritage reminds us:
The afternoon knew
what the morning never suspected.
I have used that proverb so many times as i live this writing life! thanks for this relating, dear Tanya!
Thanks, Kristinoel! I love that proverb. So true. Thanks for sharing it with me!