rolling pins
floured hands.
cookie dough. (eaten, that is)
valentine hearts.
blankets. snuggled under.
her feet on mine, dancing.
giggles.
twirls.
whispered secrets in my ear, of plans for a birthday party still 4 months off.
I can't tell you, but I can tell you it involves meatballs and butterflies.
fireplace alight.
stories told
hearts kindled.
I am savoring this moment, for I know how soon it will pass.
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