I love that you are superstitious like me
I love that we know each other finally.
I love how generous a mother you are
I love your happiness, eyes twinkle like stars.
I love how you debate with your girls
I love our foot massages, the pain, the thrill.
I love how you opened your home to me
I love your bright wit, how you tumble yet be.
I love our life experiences, the similarities galore
I love our chats and how we always need more.
I love how I count you as one of my own
I love you, sweetheart, my place is your home.
Kerry Bridges