It's days like this that make me feel like the happiest person alive. Days where we can act like 5 year olds around the house and have more fun than someone who spend a small fortune on a crazy awesome vacation. When we are together, laughing and loving, nothing else matters. Through every painful gasp that fills our lungs back up from all of the ab ripping laughter, the baracading of bathroom doors, and the petrified screams of what sounds like the highest note playable on a violin, all I know is that this is what paradise is. It's where your heart resides when you are most happy.
It's here. With her.
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I am not a violin!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a violin!
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