Playing with thread, on an early spring afternoon.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
A recent twist to the story is that mom's not sure any more who rescued whom. She needed someone to love and accept her unconditionally, just like I did. So really, we rescued each other.
We're soulmates, no doubt about that. We're best buds, we're always there for each other, we take care of each other, we love being together.
Just the other day mom said it was destined for us to find each other. That she had to go through every single experience she went through to be in the exact spot where I'd been abandoned, at the precise time I was looking for my forever home.
Works for me.