Tuesday, December 7, 2010

a wild thing

My dad called me wild thing growing up. I was never wild as in bad, crazy, or rebellious. Yet, he called me wild thing...
Sometimes I see/feel why...
And sometimes looking into my husband's eyes I see his frustration in understanding me...
He can probably relate to this...
But he loves a wild thing anyway...

2 comments:

thank you for your lovely thought sent my way!