Daddy's lap

[al_chariot]

There was a man who had two small and young daughters. He would come home, shout their names, and watch them run to him with extended arms and squealing voices. For the next few moments they would speak the language of love. They would roll on the floor, gobble bellies, and tickle tummies and laugh and play. They delighted in each other's presence

Comments

[anonymous]

Indeed the best gift is God himself, I agree totally :)

I like your new blogskin. COOL.

JY