Sense of bliss by Misha Lyuve

Aug 10, 2015

One of my most favorites times of the day is when I put kids to bed. The girls crawl all over me before they quiet down and fall asleep. I put time on pause. I try really hard to remember this moment, hopefully forever. And every time these fragments of perfection just quietly slip into the abyss of memory. What remains is the sense of bliss.

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