If life were a park, we'd set up our picnic blanket together.
He'd sit still looking and listening to the world around him.
I'd be frolicking about chasing butterflies. Or blowing bubbles and doing cartwheels.
Every now and then, I'd grab his hand and we'd run around, blowing dandelions and laughing at the wind.
Then he'd grab mine and we'd sit still, watching the world around us.
He'd sit still looking and listening to the world around him.
I'd be frolicking about chasing butterflies. Or blowing bubbles and doing cartwheels.
Every now and then, I'd grab his hand and we'd run around, blowing dandelions and laughing at the wind.
Then he'd grab mine and we'd sit still, watching the world around us.
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