That my make-up is not on.
You make my life busy and my eyes tired.
You bring me a smile, when my heart is aching a little.
You didn't know.
Everything else seems un-important.
You remind me of the other little piggies I tickled,
now hidden away in socks and shoes and tucked under desks at school.
You affect my heart.
And give me glimpses of heaven.
An angel sleeping on my lap.
Divine whispers confirming my Heavenly Father's love for me.
Through you.
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