Remember that God loves you, I whispered, as I brushed her hair.
I know, she said. I know.
And we both cried a little because no one knows when the last goodbye will be said.
It started to rain when I left the cover of that place and I didn’t even care—just let those thin drops run down my face and wash me clean.
This is my day 13 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.