Her breathing is a lullaby that keeps me awake. The shallow, rhythmic movement of her chest reminds me of the breathing miracle that God gave me personally. As I lay in bed, the sheets forming a cocoon for both of us to utilize, there is no other time I believe in God more. I believe in his grace, laying so softly against her, our bodies melting into the fabric.Fabric
Such cute pictures! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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yep the ecstasy can sure make you feel that way…..
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