Wednesday, February 15, 2012
i love my girls
Hidden by a forest of trees, a long gravel road leads you to my childhood home. At the road's entrance, sits a round bale of hay. Each holiday, my father paints the hay with a festive mural.
For Valentine's Day, the words "I Love My Girls" are scrawled across a red heart in my father's white loopy script.
It kind of sets the tone for grand Valentine's Day gestures.
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