It's always when we are five minutes late getting into the car. She's writing something and asking for a piece of tape. I get it for her. And don't pay any attention; focusing on all the little details that need to happen five minutes ago.
And then I walk home and this is the first thing I see.
It's not uncommon. Notes are all over like this.
And I am grateful, praying that they don't grow out of pens, notes, and paper.
I'm not worried about the love... I know they'll never grow out of that.
Love at first sight...
You can count on me...