Before bed

PA is looking through summer photos.

“Mom, where did you and Dad get married? In a church?”
I nod my head.
“And did you meet and fall in love there too?”
“No,” I mumble.
“So lovers don’t necessarily fall in love in a church?”
“Definitely not necessarily.”
“Could it be… in the yard?”
“Yes, it could.”
“At school?”
“Yes, that too.”
“So even in kindergarten?”
Before I can confirm yet another possible place for falling in love, I hear her little conclusion:

“So I think I’ve found it.”
“Love?”
“Yes,” she nods, “I just don’t remember its name. But it’s beautiful.”
Just like your Dad is beautiful to you.

Sweet dreams. Dream of love❤
Simple, simple.
Sincere, sincere.

V.

#ohlove