Somehow, miracuously, I've managed to jump up and take a little bit of heaven into my palm. Just a some cloud, and light, and love. Aren't we always looking up? I, of course, still do. But something catches my eye before my gaze. Something beautiful that makes me realize heaven is
real without looking up. Heaven is real in warm brown eyes or a smile that bubbles like champagne. He is my remarkable. And if this heaven and remarkable will stay with me throughout my life, I might just about cry.
Heaven is a beautiful place, and tiger, I'm right there with you.
I promise.
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